Rough Love (bxb)

"You're gay?"

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|Harvey pov|

"Bullies?" I asked, concerned.

"Um..maybe we should go to the park and find a bench or something, yeah?" He asked, I could see worry in his eyes.

We both took a slow walk to the park. It was silent, awkwardly silent. We found a bench and both sat down.

"So what is it?" I questioned.

I took a deep breathe.

"I'm gay," I said proudy but shakily.

"And I really do hope this doesn't affect our gradually growing friendship because I would hate that and yes, bullies. They like to make my life as hard as possible because I'm gay. You're probably thinking 'oh what a faggot,' yes I know and I don't mind-" I cut him off.

"Oh," I didn't know what to say. He looked at me as if i had just killed a kitten. His eyes started to blur up with tears and his face turned pale. 

"No no no no, don't cry, I didn't mean for it to sound like that, honestly," I reassured, trying to make him feel better. I brought him closer and put my hands on his small shoulders. He was so small, it was cute.

A tear rolled down his cheek. His eyes were beautiful when he cried.

"Dylan, I'm sorry, I didn't want to make you upset, I have nothing wrong with you being gay," I said calmly. I wiped a single tear off his cheek. A bright red blush appeared on his cheek at our touch.

"Oh my god, sorry for letting you see me like this," he exclaimed, choking on his tears.

"Hey Dylan, if this makes you feel any better, I'm gay too," I whispered to him.

He froze for a second and gazed at me.

"What you gazing at?" I teased, poking his cheek.

"Oh, what? Nothing," He said embarrassingly.

"Maybe we should get home now, it's getting dark," I said to him.

"Yeah, it's getting cold as well," He replied, shivering. 

I gave him a sympathized look and pulled off my jacket, I gently wrapped it around him, making sure he wasn't cold anymore. He kept his gaze down but I could see his faint smile. I stood up and took his hand, pulling him up. He was quite short, just about up to my shoulder. His hair was shaved on one side and he had a fairly short side fringe that sat just above his eyes. His skin was a light peachy colour and his lips were slightly pink. His eyes were the most beautiful shade of green, like grass in the middle of summer. He was angelic.

Our walk home was quiet but comfortable. I know how he feels. It's horrible. But he seems like a nice boy. Maybe me moving was a good change after all.

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