Slapshots {BOYXBOY}✔

Chapter Nineteen {No}

Henry and I sat alone in a quiet waiting room in St. Catherines Hospital physic ward. Henry was sat forward his hands clasped together between his legs looking down at the floor between his knees. We hadn't said a word to each other since we got to the hospital. And before that, it was just little mumbled from Henry asking me to turn left into the hospital parking lot.

After the first responders came and tried to calm his mom down, she willingly went with them in the back of an ambulance, Henry's dad offered to take Henry to the vacation house but, Henry wanted to be with his mother. He was going to offer a ride, but then he got a phone call and needed to be in LA in the morning. Glenda opted out for going to the hospital, saying it was too much of an unhappy place for her. So it was left to me to take Henry, not trusting him to go on his own.

We'd been seated for what held like hours, but in reality, it was only twenty minutes. I sighed leaning over to look at Henry, putting a gentle hand on his back, causing him to flinch the slightest, but not move to look at me. "Did you want water? Soda? I think I saw gluten-free crackers in the vendor? Twists?"

Henry looked up at me, his eyes looking hollow as bags formed under his eyes. "No Matthew. Why are you even here?"

I was caught off guard by his question. Wasn't it obvious why I was here? "Because I care Henry."

"You haven't cared for the past four years. Why now?"

I bit in my lip, sucking it into my mouth as I thought over his question. He was right, why now? Why not the last three years? "I don't know Henry. But I'm not leaving you right now. Not when you need me."

I could tell he was going to say something more, but just as his mouth was about to open to speak, the far door opened and a woman wearing pink scrubs and a white doctors coat walked out with a clipboard in her hand. "You must be Henry." The doctor. Aniet, according to her name tag said. Henry just nodded before her eyes landed to me. "Would you like us to speak alone, or is it okay if your friends stay?"

"He- he can stay. Is my- is my mom alright."

Aniet sat down on the free chair beside Henry, her dark brown hair falling from its tight ponytail in small strands, the pink of her scrubs making her skin look richer, her dark, thick eyebrows perfectly shaped above her dark shaded brown eyes, her make-up subtle as I'm sure wearing too much would make the workday more stressful.  "Henry, your mother has been going through a hard time as of late, according to her, she hasn't been taking her medication and she's going to be staying here in the hospital for a few days to put her back on track and keep an eye on her mental health. Now I know as her son you may want to be by her side at every moment, but these next few days are going to be critical in her health going into the future. I'm going to set up times for you to come to the hospital, but I recommend you only stay a half hour to forty-five minutes per visit. We are in no way trying to keep her from you, but we are trying to help her keep you. I understand you have a guardian at home, and although you are seventeen in any other case CPS would be called and you could be placed in a temporary foster home. You're so very lucky you have the support system that you do Henry. And I very much hope you use them in the upcoming days and weeks while your mother recovers."

I could tell Henry was flustered, he kept nodding his head with his eyes on the doctor while his hands kept wringing themselves together. It took every ounce of willpower not to reach over and take his hand.

With the doctors' advice, Henry opted out on saying goodbye to his mother, who was now, as we were told, was getting well-needed rest. I could tell it was eating him alive though, he and his mom didn't always get along. But she was still his mother and he still cared.

"Did you want me to say over?" We were back to sitting in my car, his legs bouncing up and down while his hands rested on them.

"No. It's fine. Go home and get some sleep. I'll be fine."

"Are you sure, I really don't mind."

"Really Matthew, I'm fine."

"If you need anything. And I mean anything, call me or text me. I'll leave my sound on ok?"

"Matt-"

"I mean it, Henry. Ok?"

Henry sighed but nodded his head nonetheless. "Ok."

Henry didn't call, or text and I was fully prepared to give him the space he needed for however long he needed it. Besides I had a lot going on in my head too. Number one is why did I enjoy kissing Henry more than I liked kissing my own girlfriend. Number two, I had to figure out why I liked kissing Henry more than my own girlfriend.

It had been a few days since the incident at his house and I had yet to see Henry around at school, it was a mutual agreement that we postpone our study sessions. I felt... off. I had been hanging out with Henry almost every day for the last few weeks. It had only been two days without seeing him and yet, I was already missing his company. The way he would laugh at my stupid jokes, even though they were well, stupid. Or when he'd get annoyed with me, but still have that smirk on his face that let me know it wasn't anything serious.

God, what was wrong with me?

It was now the following Friday, and I was in Harmony's room with my legs kicked up on her bed while I scrolled through my phone, ignoring the fact that she was making me watch Mean Girls for the fourth time in two months. She was cuddled up beside me with a bowl of popcorn, her smooth legs curled onto mine one foot wrapped around my leg. It was stuffy. She was making me claustrophobic, and if I was being honest I had a million other places that I wanted to be right now than with her. Which sucked because I really liked Harmony at one point. But if I had to pick right at this moment. It would be Henry.

I was pulled from my train of thought when I felt Harmony's leg creeping a little too close for comfort. Before I could say anything Harmony was sitting on top of me straddling my waist with her head in the crook of my neck and her hand running up my chest. "Harm." I said, trying to get her attention, but apparently, she thought it was an encouragement and just nibbled on my neck a little more, sighing I placed both my hands on her sides. "Harmony, stop."

In an instant she was sitting up, looking down at me with a fire in her eyes. "Stop? Matt come on." She leaned down again her hand now under my shirt, her knee rubbing into my crotch making my pants feel tight and uncomfortable.

"I just don't feel up to it right now."

"Matty you're hard." She giggled grinding herself down on me a little. "Come on baby, just a little ride."

I bit my lip, my body not cooperating with my mind. "No, I don't want to right now."

"You never feel up to it." She was sitting up again.This time you could tell she was angry. "We're doing this Matt, we never do it anymore it's not fair."

I sat up, Harmony falling more into my lap now. "We're not doing this. I don't want to. And what do you mean we never do it? We had sex last weekend."

"Yeah, and you didn't even finish."

"Yes, I did."

"The condom was empty."

"The condom was not empty."

"Well, it wasn't full."

"Get off of me Harmony."

"No."

"I said. Get off of me." I moved my legs off her bed, lifting her off my lap as I stood up.

"Matthew you walk out that door and we're finished."

"Good," I said grabbing my jacket. "I've been trying to think of a good way to end things." And I walked out the door.