Wild//Minishaw

Three.

"On the way home, I guess it's all working out now."
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15 years old
Harry sighed slowly walking along the stone path he normally walked home along, recollecting the memories of the night before.
He had kissed Simon. Simon Minter.
Not many words where spoken afterwards, just a few compliments from Simon causing Harry to blush the majority of the time. Simon had walked Harry home, smiling fondly as the two parted to each of their own homes.
"What's up fag?" A familiar voice called, the group of boys from yesterday where following him again, but this time it didn't matter because Harry was too focused on the thought of the silver haired boy who lived next door.
The boys behind him soon have up, just as Harry was rounding the corner that turned into his street.
And there stood waiting, leaning against the classic white picket fencing was the exact boy Harry was thinking of.
"Harry" Simon breathed out when Harry got close enough to him,
"Simon" Harry voice whispered,
They weren't a thing, they'd only just kissed yesterday but they both knew that with the way it was going- it wouldn't take long.
"Tomorrow, Friday, I want to take you somewhere." Simon stated smoothly noticing the younger's cheeks turn a soft shade of crimson as he returned a reply,
"L-like a date?" Harry hoped it was.
"Like a date." And with that, the taller boy pressed a soft kiss to Harry's forehead and walked back into his own, knowing his father was out at work settled his mind of the homophobic slurs that would come if his dad had seen the small action of affection.