Walter x Henry - a secret love story

Chapter 5 - What are we?

Walter's pov

After that first kiss with Henry, everything between us changed, but at the same time, it didn't. We still joked around, still hung out like we always did, but now there were these moments where everything slowed down, and it felt like nothing else in the world mattered except the two of us. We'd kiss a lot - when we were alone in our room, or sometimes when we were hiding away in the library, just the two of us. I don't think anyone else knew what was going on between us, and neither of us had really talked about it.

I liked kissing him. I liked it more than I thought I would. His lips were always warm and soft, and when he kissed me, it felt like I could melt into him. There were times when we'd just sit on my bed, close together, and he'd lean over and kiss me gently, like it was the most natural thing in the world. And then we'd cuddle. He'd wrap his arm around me, and I'd rest my head against his chest, feeling the steady rise and fall of his breathing. It was the most peaceful feeling, like nothing bad could ever happen as long as we were there, together.

But despite all of that, we never talked about what we were. I wasn't sure how to bring it up. Did he think of me as his boyfriend? Or were we just... something else? It wasn't like I had much experience with this kind of thing. I wasn't even sure what I wanted to call it. But I knew I liked him. More than liked him, really. And I wanted to know if he felt the same.

One night, we were lying on my bed, like we usually did after lights-out. Henry had his arm around me, and I was resting my head on his shoulder. We'd been talking about random stuff - what we were gonna do over the weekend, how annoying Svensson's class was, that kind of thing. But my mind kept drifting back to that question.

I couldn't stop thinking about it. What are we?

Henry shifted a bit, his hand brushing through my hair, and I felt that familiar warmth spread through me. I closed my eyes for a second, enjoying the feeling, but the question still nagged at the back of my mind. I knew I had to ask, or it would keep eating away at me.

"Hey, Henry?" I said softly, my voice barely above a whisper.

"Hm?" he mumbled, sounding half-asleep but still running his fingers gently through my hair.

I hesitated for a moment, my heart starting to beat faster. This was harder to say than I thought it would be. "What... what are we?"

Henry shifted beside me, and I could feel him looking down at me, though I didn't look up. "What do you mean?"

I swallowed, trying to find the right words. "Like... you know. Us. Are we... are we just friends, or...?" My voice trailed off, and I felt my face get warm. I didn't know why this was so hard. It was just Henry. But somehow, asking him this felt scarier than anything else.

He was quiet for a moment, and I started to panic, thinking maybe I'd messed everything up. But then, I felt him squeeze me a little closer, his arm tightening around me.

"I don't know," he said quietly. "I've been thinking about that too."

My heart skipped a beat. He'd been thinking about it? That was a good sign, right?

"I mean," he continued, "I like being with you, Walter. I like kissing you, and I like... everything, really. But I guess I haven't thought about what we should call it."

I finally looked up at him, my heart pounding. "Do you... want to be my boyfriend?"

Henry's eyes softened, and for a second, he just looked at me like he was surprised, but in a good way. Then he smiled, that easy, warm smile that always made me feel like everything was going to be okay.

"Yeah," he said quietly. "I do. I want to be your boyfriend."

Hearing him say it made something inside me light up. I felt a huge wave of relief, like this weight I didn't even know I was carrying had been lifted off my chest. He wanted to be my boyfriend. It was real. This thing between us was real, and it had a name now.

I couldn't stop smiling, and neither could he. I leaned up and kissed him, a little harder than usual, feeling this rush of excitement and happiness all at once. His hand found the back of my neck, pulling me closer, and I kissed him again and again, like I never wanted to stop.

When we finally pulled apart, I rested my head against his chest again, feeling more at ease than I ever had before. He was my boyfriend now. Henry was my boyfriend.

"So," he said after a few minutes, his voice teasing. "What's it like dating me? Am I as amazing as you thought?"

I laughed, nudging him playfully. "You're okay, I guess," I said, pretending to sound unimpressed. "But you still owe me for that time I had to cover for you with Svensson."

He laughed too, the sound vibrating through his chest. "Fine, fine. I'll make it up to you."

We stayed like that for a while, just holding each other, talking about nothing and everything. It felt good, being close to him, knowing we didn't have to hide anything from each other anymore. I wasn't nervous or unsure like I'd been before. I knew what we were now, and that was enough.

Eventually, we started to drift off to sleep, still tangled up together. I could feel Henry's breath against my hair, slow and steady, and I knew that whatever happened, we'd figure it out together. We were more than just friends now. We were something real. Something good.

And I couldn't wait to see where it would take us.

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Author's note

Hope you liked this one, I think it turned out pretty cute