Dependency // L.S. (BoyxBoy)

Chapter 8

        It had been 2 days since I'd seen or talked to Harry, and I was a little upset that he hadn't tried to contact me. I wasn't the type to talk to someone first, so I had just let it go. All I could think about all day was Harry. The way he smiles, his many many tattoos, his lip piercing, his curls, his everything.

       I sigh and pick up the last box of books for the day, and go and put them out on the right shelves, glancing at the titles with only slight interest, unlike usually, when I'd look at each book in detail to see if it was good.

       "Excuse me sir, I was looking for a book on how to ask a cute guy out on a date," I hear from behind me, and I smile instantly. I turn around and chuckle when I see Harry.

       "Well, we don't have books on that specifically, but we do have books about romance, relationships, and dating," I answer, playing along.

       "Hmm. Maybe I should just come right out and ask him?" He says, and I see his lips twitch, knowing he was holding back a grin.

        "Well, that's what I would do myself," I reply, and reach up and run a hand through my hair. He catches my hand lightly and interlocks our fingers, and brushes his thumb gently back and forth over the back of my hand.

      "I want to take you on a date Louis. Will you go with me?" He asks, smiling, resulting in my heart melting.

      "Of course Harry, my shift ends in about 20 minutes," I say, gripping his hand back.

      "Perfect! Well, I'm going to go home and get ready. Dress formally, but casually. Just.. get a little dressed up, okay?" He answers, gently letting go of my hand.

     "Okay. Harry? How did you know where I worked?" I ask curiously.

      "Oh. Well I went to your house, and you weren't there, obviously. Your mom answered the door and told me where you were at, and I was hoping you'd be available," He says, and smiles.

     "Stalker." I say softly, grinning. He shoves me lightly, and chuckles.

     "I'll see you tonight at say, around 7," Harry says, and kisses my forehead gently, and walks out the door. I can't get the smile off of my face the rest of my shift.

    

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      As soon as I get home, I run up the stairs, and get in the shower. I let the water run down my back, thinking about what Harry could have planned. He probably wanted to go to dinner somewhere, and it must be somewhere slightly fancy. I finish my shower, and climb out, wrapping a towel around my lower half.

       I grab my hairbrush, yanking it through my hair. I cringe. It wouldn't have been so bad if I had drove home with the top down on the convertible, but it was too nice out not to. It was already September, and I didn't want to miss out on the last few days of semi warm weather.

        Once I'm finished with my hair, I walk back into my bedroom and pull out a pair of dark skinny jeans, and a short sleeved, light blue, button up.  I had styled my hair up into a quiff, because I liked to wear it that way when going somewhere nice.

      I pull on my clothes, and take one last look at myself in the mirror, and frown at the little wrinkles at the corners of my eyes. They were only laugh lines, but for some reason I was suddenly insecure about them.

      I go on twitter, and tweet; Going on a date.. Might tell who soon. :)

      I knew this would get a rise out of everyone. I don't understand why people like me, I'm just a normal boy. Everyone thought I was extremely cute I guess, that was the only reason I could see behind people fangirling over me all the time.

      I tuck my phone and wallet into my pockets, pushing my quiff up a little more, and then jogging downstairs and plopping down on the couch.

      "Why do you look so nice honey?" I hear my mom ask as she walks in from the kitchen. Shit. What do I say? I can tell my own mom right?

      "Are you going to freak out if I tell you something.. something you don't know about me?" I ask cautiously.

     "Of course not Louis, I'm your mother," She answers, but I could hear the concern in her voice.

     "Well I'm dressed up because Harry asked me on a date. I don't think I'm gay mom. I thought about it long and hard, and I think I just like who I like. The term for that is pansexual," I say, and look down at my feet. I was scared. My mom had always been super nice, and accepting of all of my choices, but I was still scared.

     "Oh. Louis, honey. I've knew that you liked Harry from the moment he walked in our house. Just because you aren't straight, doesn't mean I don't love you. Besides, Harry seems like a nice young man. I want you to be happy, Louis. That's all that matters to me," She says, and I stand up and hug her tightly.

      "I love you too mom," I say, resting my chin on her head.

      I feel her pat my back gently, and then we both pull away.

     "I'm going to go upstairs and read a book for a spell, and then I'll probably go to bed. Have fun on your date sweetie," She says, kissing my cheek gently, and walking up the stairs.

      That went a lot better than I expected. I thought she would at least ask if I was sure, and ask me why I chose Harry. I thought she didn't like him, because of the whole bartender thing.

       "Oh, and Louis, just because Harry is a boy, that doesn't mean you shouldn't use protection!" She calls down the stairs, and I cringe.

       "Yeah mom, I know," I say back, and roll my eyes. I did not want to to talk to my mom about sex. Let alone that kind of sex. I glance at the clock on the wall. It was only 6:00, and I had nothing to do but sit and wait impatiently. I turn on the tv, mindlessly scrolling through the channels, and finally settle on Say Yes to the Dress. This was one of my favorite shows, but I eventually fall asleep on the couch, listening to the girl cry about how she only had 2 weeks before the wedding and how she still hadn't picked a dress.

       I'm startled awake when the doorbell rings, and jump up and look at my hair in the hallway mirror, letting out a sigh of relief when I realize it's still big. I straighten my clothes, and open the door, and smile when I see what Harry is wearing. He had put on a pair of black skinny jeans, boots, and a dark blue button up with hearts. I look down at my own outfit and laugh a little.

     "We're practically wearing the same thing!" I say with a grin, and look down at my black vans.

      "You copied me," He teases, and grabs my hand, pulling me out the door.

      "Maybe you copied me!" I say back, and let go when he opens his car door for me and I climb in. I watch as he walks around the car, and gets in himself. His figure was perfect, and I couldn't stop staring as his muscular arms, that were covered in colorful ink.

       He chuckles, reaching over and resting his hand on my thigh, squeezing gently.

      "Sure Lou, I'll let you win," He says, and pulls out of our driveway.

      I grunt, and then ask, "So where are we going?"

     "It's a surprise," Is all Harry says, and I groan and look out the window, trying to watch the passing houses, but all I could think about was his warm hand on my thigh.

AN: These are really just filler chapters right now. I promise after their date, things will start to get better. Thank you all again, for reading this. I love you all so much c: