He pushed the simple doorbell quickly, retracting his shaking hand back into his pocket. The winter London weather wasn't doing his light jacket and joggers very well.
After about a minute or so, the door handle clicked and the door began to creakily slide inwards.
"Harry? What are you doing, you're basically a blue berry! More importantly, how did you get my address?" Simon ushered the younger boy into the house, handing him the first heavy blanket he could find.
"Simon we need to talk."
The boy's face fell a bit, but he continued to lead Harry into the living room of the small, quaint home.
"I'm sorry." Simon began, but they both knew who was truly at fault, excuses aside.
"Don't start. This is all me, my fault completely." Harry muttered as he sat on the sofa next to Simon, snuggling the fluffy comforter the taller one had fetched from the closet.
"Harry just answer me this: why are you so scared? We are soulmates whether you like it or not, we have the writing to prove it. You can't escape it no matter how hard you try." Simons pained and stressed expression proved to Harry how much he really cared.
"I'm just scared. It's like you don't understand what they'd do if they found out."
"Who even is they? Who are so frightened of as to resort to complete denial of what you can't possibly run away from?" Simon began raising his voice little, frustrated.
"Everyone Simon! I don't even know if I can trust my closest friends anymore. We could be killed, don't you understand that at all? This whole boy and boy thing is dangerous. We aren't welcome, we're looked down upon. We're unwanted in society, so why can't you look around for a second and see that?" Harry was breaking down by this point, tears running down his face as Simon softened to comfort him when he realized how tremendously worried the smaller boy was about their wellbeing.
"But I need to tell you this, and I want you to listen and accept it without argument because you need to learn it too: I don't give a single fuck because you're adorable and funny and beautiful and I rather die for loving you then go on without."
And out of pure want for the blonde, shaggy boy in his arms to smile again, Simon kissed his lips softly.
And stayed there.
(p.s. sorry I was out for a week at camp plz forgive me)
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Blue Ink || Minishaw
Hayran KurguThe world is cruel, and these two boys know it first hand. This is simply the story of two lovers who aren't accepted and their place on this unforgiving place we call Earth, at least from their account. [potential for occasional strong language]
