VIII. Harry

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When we finally reached the hospital, Louis was allowed to go inside the room while my mother and I stayed outside. I played with the hem of my t-shirt boredly, knowing that my mum was about to give me a talk and whole lecture about how I wasn't supposed to skip school.


Okay, I have never been given any talk except that one three years ago because I played in the rain, so I wasn't sure what to expect right now. The long lecture, the questions, the silent treatment, or what?

Turned out, it was all of them in one.

"Harry," mum started and I braced myself, "Why did you skip school?" Her tone was dangerously low and she spoke so slowly that it made me want to hide away because she was talking to me as if I was a toddler.

"I wanted to comfort Louis," I spoke truthfully. There was no point in lying, anyways. It had to be as clear as the sun for my mum of the reason why I skipped school. She was my mum, after all; she was a genius. She probably already found out that I had a tiny crush on Louis.

"Right. And what made you want to comfort Louis so much that you forgot to text me about it and just ran all the way from school to his house? You know I wouldn't be upset right now if you told me about it is. You worried me into thinking that the teaher scared you or something and I nearly fired him," my mum said long, loud and clear.

"I, uh, panicked? Sorry." I smiled sheepishly. Anne just held her head on her hands and sighed deeply like an old woman. It was rare she got like this, though. She was mostly more happy and carefree than most women her age, but her kid running away from school might scare her, so I didn't blame her. If anything, I blamed myself.

Soon enough, Louis came out of the hospital room and he looked relieved so I was glad. At least something was right in Louis' life, because him crying earlier was definitely not right.

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I was laying on my room, doing nothing but staring up at the ceiling when my sister came in and laid on the carpet. The carpet in my room was very comfortable, I once fell asleep on it. We usually spent days like this, me laying on the bed while she laid on the carpet.

I asked her if she wanted to lay down beside me instead, but she said that the carpet was better, so I just let her. She usually took a nap and brought snacks. It was our usual routine.

"Mum said you ran away from school earlier to comfort a boy named Lewis," Gemma commented while chewing her snack.

"Ew, Gem, close your mouth!" I said, "His name is pronounced Louis, actually, but yes, I was comforting him."

I wasn't sure if it was because I said that with some kind of dreamy eyes, or if Gemma just received the ability to read people's minds, but she replied, "Yeah, I know. You have a crush on him, right?"

I looked at her in surprise, and she looked at me in surprise, too. "I actually didn't know. I was just guessing." Gemma raised her hands. "But it's nice to know..."

Then, she of course just had to start shouting, "Harry's got a crush! Harry's got a crush!" and ran around the house. Perfecto.

I buried my face on my pillow. Hopefully, mum didn't hear her shouting. I mean, I was openly gay at home. However, I usually wouldn't openly shout that I have a crush.

I never had a crush since like five years ago, and it was a major big crush because I was also his best friend, but he turned out to be homophobic. He got angry at me when I told him that I was gay. As much as I wanted to try to change him into a non-homophobic (you get what I mean) person, he was also a bully and I couldn't stand those around, so I had to kick him out of the school.

After that, I never had a crush on anybody ever again. I even distanced myself from everybody. I wasn't sure, but I think I forgot how to socialize. Okay, maybe that was exaggerating, but you understand what I mean, right?

Seeing your best friend for five years, plus your crush, just get angry at you because you liked him... That crushed me pretty hard, to be honest. But I was over that.

I wondered if something more serious was going to happen between Louis and I. Sure, we might not get married, but I wondered if we would ever be a couple.

Hm, maybe I should ask him out... But what if he said no? It was pretty obvious he liked me and... imagined some things with me, but what if he declined me? Or what if he was like those girls that just wanted me for their image or something?

I sighed. Let's just try.

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The next day, I came up to Louis. My phone made a ding sound and I checked it to see that Louis updated his smut one-shot book. Of course, it was about me and him.

"Nice to see you updating, Louis," I said, putting my phone back in my pocket. "How's your mum?" I asked, sitting down beside him.

"She's fine," Louis said dumbly at me, perhaps surprised that I put his smut book in my library, especially the book that contained me and him.

Okay, brace yourself Harry. I wasn't sure how to do this. Um, I should've prepared a speech or something. 'Here goes nothing.'

"So, um, Louis, I'm pretty interested in you, and you seem nice and stuff, and everything, and well... You're really kind, and I know that your mum just got in an accident, but, uh..."

"Yes, Harry?" Louis asked me, smiling. It was clear to me that he was holding back his laugh. Why was I even rambling like this? Could I just go in a hole and die or something? But then I wouldn't see Louis again, so nevermind...

"The point is... Will you go out with me?" I finally said. Once I realized I've gotten it out, I looked at Louis and saw he was surprised also, so I looked at him with hopeful eyes.

His reply made me want to cry.

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Is anyone even reading this? :(
-J. x

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