🫧Walty🫧

Chapter 1

Walters pov

I wake up in my own bed and I'm quite proud of my self to be honest, yesterday was the last day of school before summer and the last day at hilliska

We had a bit of a party last night and I got pisssed,so did Henry.

Henry..

I rolled over to see that Henry must have somehow also made his way to my bed last night.
He's still asleep and I'm guessing it's somewhere near mid day by the way the the suns shining in through the window,it's hitting of his face and his messy hair making him look even prettier than normal

Henry has been my best friend for the last year at hilliska.But nearing the end of the year is seemed that we were becoming a bit more than just friends

I have known I liked boys since I was like 11 and finally accepted that fact at around 14.But I never really thought about Henry in that way.

That was until the valentines ball last semester.

Henry had wrote a poem for some girl in the year above,he asked if he could read it out to see what I thought, so he did

Though as he was reading it out I started thinking about him actually reading it to me and then I started to feel like almost giggly, why I felt like that way though I wasn't sure.

But when he finished it he asked me if I think she'll like it,and as he said she my stomach dropped.I was kinda surprised by it though because it shouldn't have.I was just listening to my best friends poem that he write for a girl.But that realisation hit even harder.The fact he was writing it for a girl and not me.

It was almost like I was jealous of her.

The girl he wrote it to said yes,surprisingly.So they went to the ball togheter.I just went with them, because I had been so confused about why I felt so jealous I forgot to even write my one poem to someone.

but at the same time I didn't really have anyone in mide to write it to.

We stayed together pretty much all night and she seems like quite a nice girl.

But then a slow song came on and Henry asked her if she wanted to dance she said yes,of course she did who would say no to dancing with Henry.

I walked off to the side, and made my way to the other room to get a drink.

The same song was still playing when I got back to the dance room so I just lent up against the wall and waited.

I looked around the room to try and find Henry.some people moved and there he was behind them in a tiny clearing towards the middle of the dance floor.and there was the second year clinging on to him.

Just the sight of both of them together was enough to make my stomach turn.

And as I sat there and they got closer and closer, I got madder and madder.

And then at that exact moment I realised what was wrong.I realised that the fact that she liked Henry made me so mad because I liked Henry

I liked Henry?...