Adore You || Hed Shyles

02.

Harold

Harry didn't mean to throw up on Liam's shoes, he swears to it. It was an accident honestly. Sometimes his stomach get queasy when he's nervous, and that often leads to vomiting... okay it was his fault.

"M'gonna need these dry cleaned. Or maybe set on fire with a flame thrower." Liam mumbled slipping out of his shoes and turning his nose at them.

"Sorry Li." Harry said sheepishly. Liam inhaled deeply before letting out a breath of hot air. It was so cold that you could see it in the atmosphere.

 "S'alright. But now my toes are cold." Liam started hop on his feet because his wool socks weren't thick enough from feeling the cold concrete.

"Why didn't you just say that you were scared of going to a real concert instead of that hipster crap that you call music?"

Harry didn't say anything for a moment. He didn't see anything wrong with the music he listened to, after all most teens these days listened to that god awful dub-step that he didn't enjoy very much. "My music isn't crap okay?" Harry smiled weakly before deciding to go inside so that Liam wouldn't be hopping around like some Kangaroo. Harry then started to laugh at the thought of Liam being inside of a kangaroo pouch.

"What are you smiling about?' Liam asked opening the door to Chap-o-chinos their favorite place to spend most of their time.

"Nothing." Harry said laughing, still.

Liam's mum owned Chap-o-chinos and had been running it for quite a long time, -Liam thought that was why they spent most of their time there; for the free baked goods whenever they wanted- but Harry just wanted to visit because of a certain red headed guitar player that made Harry's heart ache just thinking about him. The bakery was his second home really, it was open literally twenty-four seven, so that meant if you wanted a bear claw at three in the morning then you could. 

The free baked items were just a bonus, or at least to Harry they were.

People were constantly hanging around in it, so you would always meet new people and eat amazing food. It was everyone's favorite place to be.

Harry hardly knew anything about the mystery guitar player that would play a song or two, which didn't make sense because he was always there, at Chap-o-chinos, but really Harry had simply fallen quite hard for just his voice alone. Not that Harry didn't think he was attractive or anything, because, well he was, he couldn't stop looking at him if he tried.

His singing was just icing on the cake.

Although there were a few things that were holding Harry back from speaking to him, it may of been that Harry was quite shy, or it could of been that the fact that Harry had a boyfriend...

"Li, get the cupcakes out of the oven would you?" Karen, Liam's mum yelled from the back. Liam groaned, and grabbed his apron which had flour all over the front and mumbled under his breath about how his feet were cold and that he always burnt himself when he took the cupcakes out of the oven.

The entire arrangement that Harry had going on wasn't going to last very long.

He knew it was only a matter of time before he dumped his boyfriend to pursue the red haired lad but maybe, that's what he wanted all along actually. Harry needed someone that would actually kiss him in public and didn't lie to his parents about his sexuality. Someone that would gladly take him to the park so that they could spend quality time together.