Once I arrived to the hospital, I greeted Meryl, then headed for Louis' room. I hummed as I made my way there. I was in a happy mood, because I'm sure I don't like Louis in more than a friend way, and it was of course a stupid mistake.
Besides, I'm straight.
I finally arrived to the room, and placed my hand on the door knob.
Before I could even turn the knob, the door was yanked open, sending me slightly forward.
I straightened up and looked forward.
There stood a short tan man, with black spiked hair.
"Oh, I'm sorry, man. I didn't see you there," the lad commented in an American accent.
"I could say the same," I joked, referring to his height.
"Hey, man, that ain't funny." He sounded hurt. He must've not caught my teasing tone. "Sorry, mate."
We stood there awkwardly for another few seconds until the lad started it up again.
"Well, I'm Carlos, by the way," he outstretched his hand. I took it and shook it. Haha, that rhymed. I took it, then shook it. I took it and then shook it. Haha.
"Pleased to meet you, I'm Harry," I said, with a fond smile.
We released our hand shake and he began speaking again. "Well, if I may ask, why are you visiting Louis?", Carlos asked.
I chuckled. "I could ask you the same thing, mate," I smiled. "Oh yeah?", he asked, challenged. "How so?"
"Well," I began. "I've been visiting Louis for almost more than a month, and I'm pretty fond of him," I stated, proudly.
"Oh, really? You are fond of him?" He seemed aggravated. I cautiously nodded.
"Are you fond enough to like him?" I was confused of his question. Of course I liked Louis. He was, like, my best mate!
"Yes?", I stated in a questioning tone.
"Do you hate me or something, you twat?" I gasped. How could he call me such a thing? "Woah. Mate, I just met you! I don't hate you! I barely even know you," I exclaimed.
"Well, you kind of seem like you fucking hate me! First, you insult me, making fun of my height and shit. Then, you say you've been visiting my boyfriend for a month. Now, you're saying you like him? Do I need to kick your ass?" Boyfriend?
"No, lad, you got it twisted!", I tried explaining, but he interrupted. "No, you are 'gonna' get twisted if you don't stay away from my boyfriend! If I ever see you here after today, you're dead! You hear me? Dead!" He stomped away, from a very scared and confused lad.
I went in to the hospital room and dropped my stuff on the chair, then snuggled up beside Louis.
I know I shouldn't, since Carlos said he is his boyfriend, which is surprising, because Louis looks like such a ladies man. Nonetheless, I don't care if I'm laying beside Louis at the moment. I'm very confused and exhausted.
First off, why was Carlos just here when he hasn't come any other day. Meryl said it herself, no one ever visits Louis except me.
Secondly, what is this weird feeling, deep in the bottom of my belly? I've felt it before. Could it really be what I believe?
Is this jealousy I feel?
It is, I know it.
My suspicions of finally been confirmed. I don't know how to feel about this, but I know that:
I am gay, and I like Louis.
That or I'm bisexual.
For the rest of volunteering, I laid there, staring at the ceiling in deep thought. Thoughts about my sexuality, how I feel, and more.
Finally, in the last half an hour, I decided to actually entertain Louis, and get my mind off the new thoughts. I pulled out the fairy tale book from the chester drawer and began reading The Tales Of Flynnigan Rider to the sleeping Lou.
Later that night, i picked at my food. I was hungry, but didn't feel like eating.
"Harry, are you alright? You've barely touched your food," my mum questioned. She always knew when I was upset.
"Yeah, mum, I've just got a lot on my mind."
"Is this about that Louis bloke you've been visiting? Has he woken up?"
"No, mum, he hasn't, but I've been wondering. What happens if he wakes up and doesn't know me. What if my conversations with him never went through, and I'm just some creepy stranger who watches his sleep everyday? What if he leaves once he awakes and I never get to be his friend? Mum, what if-" Me mum cut me off.
"Woah, slow down there, Harold. Everything will be fine. If he ever wakes up I'm sure he will know you. I mean, god couldn't of let you talk to your self every day for the past month. When ever you need help, he will be there for you. Besides, if Louis hasn't heard you I'm sure you can easily win him over with your cheeky personality, and if he leaves, before you can get to him, faith will help you find him again. You two will be inseparable, I'm sure," my mum tries to reassure me. It helped a little, but not by much.
"Thanks, mum. I think I'm just going to go to bed early now," I said while pushing my full plate away, and getting up.
"What, no tea? You always drink tea before going to bed!"
"Nah, not tonight, mum. Thank you though. I love you." I went to her and gave her a kiss, then headed off to bed.
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Immobilized (AU) (Larry Stylinson)
FanfictionI'm a volunteer, and he's a patient. We both stay at the local hospital as if it's a second home. I would read to him every day. Books from Robin Hood to Peter Pan. He may be a few years older than me, making him twenty two. Although, they were my...
