Angels in Hell (Larry Stylinson)

Chapter 53

Harry told me more about what had happened to him as a kid. When he was secondary school, he was openly bisexual. I already knew that, but he never went into detail about it like he did today. He told me that he dated a boy named Kolten Marlen. His first ever boyfriend. Kolten had these long eyelashes and straight, long, brown hair. His smile put butterflies in his stomach. Nice things were always said to Harry from Kolten. Things that made Harry blush and giggle like a school girl. He told me a story about their first date.

It wasn't anything fancy because they were only in secondary school, but he told me that it was super romantic and fun. They had a small little picnic in the park after they watched a movie at Kolten's place, cuddled into the couch under the covers. They fed each other fruits and laughed practically the whole time.

"We talked about how much we loved each other," he says quietly.

We are taking a walk in the open field, hand in hand. He smiles at the memories of Kolten. He looks truly happy thinking about it.

"I thought my future was with him. Even though we were so young, I loved him. More than I loved anybody."

Harry continues bragging about how beautiful Kolten Marlen was. I am smiling along with him, squeezing his hand every once in a while for encouragement. Even though he seems happy telling it, it almost seems painful. He hasn't gotten to the bad part yet.

"But now that I look back, we had an... unhealthy relationship. He smoked weed. And because he did it... I thought that I should've, too. I looked past all of his flaws."

Harry tends to do that. He sees the good in every person. I like that about him, but sometimes, it gets him hurt.

"Then, what happened?" I ask rubbing my thumb against his hand before squeezing his again.

He sighs and looks down at his white Converse shoes. His eyes water up.

"You don't have to talk about it," I assure him.

He stops walking and turns to me. Slowly, I turn to him with a concerned look.

"Do you promise not to tell anyone about this?" he asks just above a whisper.

I lift his chin up and grab his other hand, holding them both in mine.

"Yes. Of course. I promise," I say staring into his eyes.

He looks back into mine before grinning a little. His smile dissapears in a matter of seconds, though.

"Well, I found out that I loved him more than he ever loved me," he cries.

I massage his hands in mine and pull him closer.

"You don't have to continue, sweet cheeks," I whisper in his ear.

I brush his hair behind behind his ear and softly press a kiss to his soft skin.

"No. I want to tell you."

He lifts his head more and tears fall. I wipe them away and leave my hands on his cheeks. His red eyes still look down.

"He cheated on me," he says crying harder.

I gasp with wide eyes.

"Oh my gosh. Baby, I'm so sorry," I whisper.

He pulls away from my touch.

"He cheated on me with one of my best friends. Kayli. It took me forever to trust her again," he says angrily, turning away and walking in circles in the grass, kicking at the ground.

"He told me after I found out that he didn't think he was gay anymore!" he yells. "No one can simply stop being gay. Once gay, always gay..."

He cries harder and sits down in the grass. He pulls his knees to his chest, crying into his arms. All of this emotion built up inside of him after all of these years and seemed to have erupted in this field. I can feel his emotions. I feel the anger he felt when he found Kolten with Kayli. The sadness from their breakup. I feel it. And I cry. I sit cross legged next to him and pull him halfway into my lap, stroking his curls. Muffled are his cries as he snuggles into my shoulder.