Harry and I's friendship was one that was often questioned by others. They used to call us gay but Harry and I couldn't care less. We give no fucks to what anyone thinks, because to what I know, we are just best friends.
Harry is a very affectionate guy, and he is very supportive, especially when it comes to me. As his best friend, I support him with all I can too.
After thirteen years of friendship, my family and I moved here to Doncaster for a reason which I know nothing of. I was really upset about it, but there was nothing else I could do but accept the fact that I may never see Harry anymore. Harry wasn't just a best friend. To me, he was like a brother I never had, and that makes him special because without Harry, I would've never felt the warm comfort of having a brother.
".. and she just broke it off." I said to Harry, gesturing to the air and scoffed.
It's almost four in the afternoon ever since we arrived at my favorite café. We stayed for minutes which turned to hours talking about ourselves.
"She's shit." He said with a scrunched nose.
"Poo head." I joke and we both laugh.
"It must have been hard." He replied.
"No, um, well yeah. Well not really."
. "So tell me, how you've been?" I say interestedly making him smile up to me. "I've been good, yeah."
He goes on and tells me how much have changed since I left and I feel bad for him, at the same time with myself. He tells me about how he got here, turns out he was just suppose to visit his aunt and that he felt so happy about going here because after eleven years he has finally seen me once again and that he is very excited to tell his mum, Anne, about how he's seen me once again. He looks a bit distirbed by the subjecy but I don't mind it. He tells me an inside joke making me laugh out loud, "Fuck off Harry!" I say to him, still laughing.
"I have to get going, the night is starting to kick in," Harry says chuckling as he stands up, "It was nice seeing you again, Louis."
"Where are you going to? I mean, it is getting late." I ask him.
"Home." Is all he said and he gave me a short smile and started to walk away. I take a hold of his wrist making him turn around, "Its starting to get dark, and you don't know what things might happen to you, Harry. I think you should stay." I offer him. It's true, we don't know, maybe some kind of sick man would go up to him and just beat the shit out of the lad.
"I'm fine." He says and I mumble, "Shut the fuck up Harold!" I scold at him playfully using his full first name, "it's not like I'm going to rape you or something." I tell him and he let's out a laugh.
"Okay, I'll just text my mum about this, then." He looks at the ground avoiding my gaze and looks up to me after a while. I gave him a nod and we both walk out the small café and head back to my flat.
I open the front door and he follows, shutting it after him. He puts down his duffle bag and coat unto the couch and he speaks up, "So, where do I crash?" He asks referring to where he's going to sleep onto. I flick my head on the direction of the couch and mischievously grin.
"You expect me to sleep here?" He says as he gestured to the beige couch in front of him. "Or I can stay with you in bed the way we used to as roommates, it'll be like a sleepover." He suggests making me shake my head.
"You still think like a child Harry. But, okay. Just because we used to." He opens his mouth to say something but I cut him off, "and because I miss my buddy, and because the bed is big enough for your big arse to sleep in." I finish with a grin.
"Look who's talking," he teases and laughs loudly.
I hit him in the shoulder playfully, "GOOD NIGHT HARRY." I said in an annoyed tone.
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Run Away (on hold)
Fanfiction"I never have seen it coming. Never have I thought about being in love with a person like you."
