SuperLou {{Larry AU}} (On Hold)

Chapter 4

Harry

    The boy from the flower shop stays in my mind until I crawl into bed at my flat. Then thoughts of Gemma drift into my mind. Nick isn't really that bad. I mean, he's had some issues in the past, but everybody has their problems. And he stood by me all through high school, back when my parents were getting divorced. That was a really tough time for Gemma and I. I tried to block out most of it, but I remember my antidepressants and the screaming and fighting. Gemma and I curled up on her bed, waiting for it to end. And, it finally did, when he left us. My mum was a mess. She took us all to therapy, but I know she needed it the most. And, after a while, all of that anger and grief that came over her when my dad left diminished, and I can remember how happy she was. We were all happy. We moved away from that house to where my mum lives now. I hear from my dad every so often, wondering if he could borrow some money or if he could meet up with Gemma and I. I always decline. He lost that chance when he left. My mum never took it to court. She knew that his job, at the time, payed more than hers, and she didn't want to lose custody. So we survived, without his paycheck or child support, until my mum took a well paying job as a clerk at a doctors office. She eventually went to night school and is now a nurse, and I know that she loves her job a lot. Gemma never went to college. Although my grandmum protested, Gemma insisted on becoming an artist. She currently teaches art classes at the community center. I'm a barista at the local cafe. I just graduated uni, and I still have no idea what I want to do with my life. It's quite difficult, deciding your future at twenty two. I mean, your brain just finished developing. How are we expected to make such a huge decision? I have no idea. Eventually, with my mind swarming with thought, I fall asleep.

I wake up the next morning to my alarm, which seems to have been blaring for ten minutes. I hit the off button and roll out of bed. It's 7:10. I have a while before work. I always have the after noon shift, which starts at 11. I could wake up at 10:30 and still make it in time, but I like to spend my mornings at the gym. When I was in high school, my mum thought it would be a good idea for me to join the boxing club, to help me deal with my parent's divorce. Reluctantly, I agreed, and eventually found sanctuary in my school workout room. When I graduated, I joined an official gym, which is where I have been going to this day. I use to go with Nick every morning, but he had more important things to do this early in the morning than go to the gym with his boyfriend. I guess his friends don't know he's gay. Sometimes, I don't really understand him. But I love him. And just because he doesn't go to the gym with me in the morning does not mean that he doesn't love me back. Of course he does. We've been together since high school. I pull on my shorts, sneakers, and a t-shirt before grabbing my phone and my keys. I arrive at the gym twenty minutes later, and knock on the front door. They don't open until 9, but Bill, the owner, noticed me waiting outside before it opened one morning a couple months back, and since then he unlocks it early for me at 7:30. He answers with a smile, and steps back, allowing me in.

      A couple hours later, when I'm done, I'm just about to leave when Bill pulls me aside. "Harry, my nephew is having a party tonight. I'm pretty sure he's your age. He just told me to invite anyone that looked like they could use a good party," he chuckles. "I don't know..." I say, unsure. What could a stupid party bring me? "You could take that nice fellow, Nick, with you." Bill persuades, edging me towards an answer. I give in. "Alright, alright." I say, and he slaps me on the back. "I'll email you the address." He says, and I leave. Stupid parties.

Don't hate me! I know it's terrible, but it's just a filler chapter! All the love! -N xx