Me, My Ballet Shoes And You [BoyxBoy]

#CHAPTER 52

"Guys! I'm here!" Lila yelled. We walked towards her. "Hey! I heard what happened. Are you Ok?" She asked. I nodded. "I'm fine." I said. Harry looked at me with a dead look. "I'm fine! I just have bad dreams and hallucinations sometimes but I'm fine. Harry's here so nothing to worry about." I said taking Harry's hand into mine. "You have what? You never told us!" My parents said coming near me. "I'm fine guys. Really. It's fine. It'll go away." My mum smiled sadly before saying "is that why Harry and you...?" I shook my head in disbelief. "I don't make LOVE to Harry to take my mind off of something, mum! " I answered pissed off and storming into the living room. They all looked shocked. They came in after. "Scot, I'm sorry. Ok?" She said. I nodded. "Right, so the due date is in two weeks and we are almost finished!" Lila said excitedly. We cheered. Harry sat next to me. "I'm glad you don't make love to me for any old reason." He whispered. I smiled and blushed. "That's why it's called 'making love', babe." We chuckled. And Lila started talking about the planning. It was really exciting. My mum was on my father's laps which looked cute.

I knocked on Harry's apartment's door. "Hey!" He said opening the door. He had just done his shower which I could see because his hair was wet and he only had a towel covering himself. The droplets of water from his hair would drop down to his shoulders, then to his torso and down. This was definitely turning me on. And just to know that he doesn't have anything under the towel, makes me want to make love to him. He looked definitely hot and sexy. "Scot?" I looked over to him. He frowned and I blushed. I was practically drooling over him. He opened the door wide so I could go in. As soon as he closed the door, I kissed him. The kiss felt needy and yet, passionate. I kissed his neck before he removed my T-shirt. We bumped into his table but we didn't care. Instead, he turned us round and set me on top of it. He trailed down my torso and unbuckled my jeans to removed them. He then removed my boxers as I removed his towel. He kissed my torso and lips. He picked me up and entered me right there. "Aah." I moaned. He pinned me against the wall and started thrusting in and out. "Aah." We were both moaning. I wrapped my legs around his waist and pushed harder. "Aah." I moaned. He kissed me down the neck and the torso before laying me on his table. He continued thrusting. We were both wild and moaning. He continued until we both released. We were breathing heavily. He carried me to his bed. I kissed his lips before going down his chest and to his lower part where I took him in. "Aah." He moaned. I got back up and rubbed myself against him, making our dicks rub against each other. I entered him. "Aah." We moaned. This continued until we released a second time. We were breathing heavily. "Sorry. We were just suppose to watch a movie." I said pecking him on the cheek. "Well I tend to like this more." I chuckled. He kissed my tattoo and caressed my cheek. I got closer to him until I could rap my arms around him and feel his skin onto mine. "I love you, babe." I smiled. "I love you too."

I woke up to the smell of pancakes. The pancakes he never got to make on our first date. I got used to him putting my clothes in the wash and being left with only his clothes. So I put on a pair of his boxers and put on a shirt he had which still looked like I had a dress on. I walked to the kitchen and wrapped my hands around his waist. "Hey!" I said. "Morning." He smiled. "I made some pancakes. Sit down." I did as I was told. I really did have the best boyfriend ever. He sat in front of me and put the pancakes, sugar, nutella and jam on it. "So... Did you have any dreams about my dad again?" He asked. I froze for a minute before shaking my head. He put his hand onto mine and said "I'm here with you, Scotty. Don't be afraid. I love you and will do everything in my power to make you feel better." I smiled sadly. We ate in silence. Then we took our shower and I put some clothes that I had left at his apartment before. "Harry?" He looked at me worried, considering I was passing around. "Can I visit your father in prison?" He froze. He didn't even say anything. "I just feel like if I face him, if I face my fear, I might be able to move on. I just... I'm fed up of having hallucinations or dreaming about him. It's tiring and I feel like every time, a piece of me falls out. And... And I don't want to become nothing." My voice was starting to shake. He still wasn't saying anything. I walked towards him and held his hand. "Harry, Please." He sighed deeply. His eyes were teary. "But... What if it doesn't work? What if these hallucinations or dreams become more frequent? What if you have an attack? I... I can't loose you Scot. I don't want to. What if you have an attack and you end up dead?" A tear fell down his cheek. I whipped it off and said "do it for me. Please."