Larry One Shots

Half Time

Source: qualtystylinson (Twitter) aka me
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 2132
Summary: where Harry's date won't kiss him, and there's a very attractive and nice candidate next to him.

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No one else was gay in this town, at least that's what Harry has observed so far. No one in his high school had been, and so far no one in college either. No one that he can find. It's as if no one on the whole bloody campus takes the time to talk to people. That's why he only has his three friends and one acquaintance from his creative writing class.

He has tried some online dating site, cautiously, which then proved to fail. Just as he had expected. He was beginning to feel hopeless about the dating world. Which was why he was so giddy when someone he had ran into at the cafe and shop near his dorm took a liking and said that they should hang out sometime. It's the only thing that hadn't ended up badly so far, even after two weeks of being "friends" when he had asked Harry out. Matthew, his name is. Tall, and blonde, and full of sarcastic remarks. He pronounces things differently than people in New Jersey, and Harry had soon had learned that it was his "Philly accent", whatever that meant. All he knows is that he says things like "walkin", and "talkin", and "zink" instead of "sink". He can be rude at certain times, and has sexual pick up lines that don't quite flatter Harry. But he's most of the time nice to Harry, so that's all that mattered.

Their date is to one of the college basketball games. Because of living in America since ninth grade, Harry had easily learned that the big things in high school were cheerleaders and football games. Now at college it's football and basketball. Basketball is the big thing at his school, Saint Joseph's University.

They walk in, Harry close behind Matthew, because of the close proximity of everyone rushing around. They have their maroon Saint Joe's Hawks shirts on, supporting the team and and school. A lot of their fellow students most likely know that Harry and him aren't straight, seeing as Matthew kissed him just once when leaving the cafe the week before. Yet his hand still comes up to scratch his chin when Harry tries reaching for it as they're slithering through people.

"We're in the students section," Harry says, walking around the corner in the hall.

"Obviously," Matthew gives a smirk, "we should've came around the other door so we wouldn't have to be walkin' all the way around," he says more so to himself, but Harry still bites his lip.

"Sorry. Haven't ever been to a basketball game, especially here," he chuckles, scurrying to keep up with the other boys long strides.

Matthew whips his head towards Harry, alarmed, "You've never been to a basketball game?" he exclaims, his accent sticking out. Or at least, his American accent. Five years now and Harry still feels out of place with only the American accents around. The only other time he had heard other accents besides mexican, which he heard more than others, was the one Irish girl at the airport, and when he was at the beach and a family sounded like they were from France. Turns out they were from Montreal.

"No. More of a football- or uh, soccer fan," they entered the gym, which was alive with music from the band, cheerleaders shouting from their spots on the sideline behind the basket, and fans cheering as the teams were huddled on each side of the court. Matthew leaded himself and Harry to their seats, towards the front, and sat down.

"The game is about to start. We were a little late," Matthew tells Harry, who nods, and looks around him to possibly spot someone he knows. They're all students, in his section, yet the school is so big that he literally knows no one.

He looks up as someone moves into his aisle, giving him a smile as the man sits down next to him. Harry dismisses the attractiveness of him, as well. He's on a date, he can't think of other people. "Good seats for being partially blocked by cheerleaders, huh," the guy comments, which, okay, Harry thinks. Because he doesn't have an American accent, but instead an English one, much like himself.