Walter x Henry - a secret love story

Chapter 10 - We have to be careful

Walter's pov

Hiding our relationship was harder than I thought it would be. At first, it was kind of exciting, sneaking around, stealing kisses when no one was looking. But after a while, it started to wear on me. It was like we were always on edge, watching over our shoulders, making sure no one saw the way we looked at each other, or how our hands would brush against each other when we passed in the hallway.

In class, I'd catch Henry's eye and want to smile, but I couldn't. Not the way I wanted to. I had to act like nothing was different, like he wasn't the most important person in my life. Every time we were around other people, I had to remind myself to keep my distance, not to touch him or look at him too long. It was exhausting.

But when we were alone? All of that disappeared. When the door to our dorm room closed, it was like the world fell away, and there was only Henry. I'd pull him close, feel his arms wrap around me, and everything felt right again. We'd kiss like we couldn't get enough of each other, like we were trying to make up for all the times we couldn't touch or be close during the day.

It was always like that. The moment we were alone, we'd kiss. I'd press him up against the wall, or he'd pull me onto his bed, and it felt like we were finally free, like we didn't have to hide. But it never lasted long. Sooner or later, we had to go back out there, back to pretending.

One afternoon, we were in one of the old study rooms at the far end of the school. It was one of our usual spots, hidden away where no one really went. Henry had pulled me in there between classes, and before I knew it, we were pressed up against the wall, his hands in my hair, his lips on mine. It was like that every time - like we couldn't help ourselves.

I didn't care that we had to be careful. In those moments, nothing else mattered. His touch made everything else disappear, and all I wanted was to be close to him. I wrapped my arms around his neck, kissing him deeper, feeling his breath mix with mine.

But then, the door creaked open.

At first, I didn't even register it. I was too focused on Henry, the way his lips felt against mine, the way his hands were resting on my waist. But then I heard a sharp intake of breath, and Henry pulled back so fast I almost stumbled.

We both turned toward the door, and my heart dropped. Standing there, wide-eyed and frozen, was Karl, one of our classmates. His eyes flicked between me and Henry, his mouth slightly open like he couldn't believe what he was seeing.

For a second, none of us said anything. The air felt thick, heavy with the weight of what just happened. My heart pounded in my chest, and I could feel my hands start to shake. Henry took a step back, his face going pale, his expression tense.

"Karl," I started, my voice shaky, "this isn't what it looks like."

Karl didn't move, his eyes still locked on us. "Really?" he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "Because it looks like you two were—" He stopped, like he couldn't bring himself to say it.

I felt my face burn with embarrassment, panic rising in my chest. This couldn't be happening. We'd been so careful, so sure no one would find out, and now... now Karl had seen everything.

Henry was standing stiff beside me, his fists clenched at his sides, but he didn't say anything. He looked like he was ready to bolt, like he couldn't handle this. I could see the fear in his eyes, the same fear I was feeling. We weren't ready for this. Not like this.

"Karl, please," I said, my voice pleading now. "You can't tell anyone. It's not—" I couldn't even finish the sentence. I didn't know what to say. How could I explain this? How could I make it go away?

Karl blinked, like he was finally processing what he'd just walked in on. His expression changed, shifting from shock to something else—something I couldn't quite read. He took a step back, shaking his head slightly.

"I won't... I won't say anything," he muttered, his voice low. But the way he said it didn't feel reassuring. It felt more like he didn't want to get involved, like he was trying to distance himself from us.

Before I could say anything else, he turned and left, the door closing softly behind him.

For a long moment, Henry and I just stood there, staring at the closed door, the reality of what just happened sinking in. My heart was still racing, and I felt a cold sweat on the back of my neck.

"We're screwed," Henry whispered, his voice hollow.

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Author's note

Sorry for the cliffhanger again, hope you liked it though