Surrender

Monday October 22 2013

Just so you know for future chapters Harry's sisters name is Gemma Lessile, like Lessile is her middle name and Harry used to call her Les, which is a nickname he gave to her as a child. I added this to a previous chapter, but I am simplay updating those of you which have already read that chapter, you'll understand why in the chapters ahead... Happy Reading!

Xx -Darcy

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12:05am

It's been almost a month since Harry and I declared ourselves a couple. So far, I haven't found any idiosyncrasies of his that drive me crazy. If anything, the small habits he has just make me adore him even more. Like the way he still stares at me like he's studying me, and the way he pops his jaw when he's irritated, and the way he licks his lips every time he laughs. It's actually sort of hot. And don't get me started on the dimples.

Luckily, I've had the same Harry since the night he crawled through my window and into my bed. I haven't seen any snippets of the moody and temperamental Harry at all since then. In fact, we somehow become more and more in tune with each other the more time we spend together and I feel like I can read him now almost as well as he reads me.

With Katherine being home every weekend, we haven't had a lot of alone time. Most of our time together is spent at school or on dates over the weekends. For some reason, he doesn't feel right coming to my bedroom when Katherine is home and he always makes excuses when I suggest we go to his house. So instead, we've seen a lot of movies. We've also been out a few times with Louis and his new boyfriend, Max. Harry and I have been having a lot of fun together, but we haven't had a lot of fun together. We're both beginning to get a little frustrated at our lack of a decent place to make out. His car is kind of small, but we've made do. I think we're both counting down the hours until Katherine is out of town again next weekend.

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I sit down at the table with Louis and Max, waiting for Harry to bring both of our trays. Max and Louis met at a local art gallery about two weeks ago, not even realizing they attended the same school. I'm happy for Louis because I started to get the feeling he felt like a third wheel, when it wasn't like that at all. I love his company, but seeing him pour his attention into his own relationship has made things a lot easier.

"Are you and Harry busy this Saturday?" Max asks when I take a seat.

"I don't think so. Why?"

"There's an art gallery downtown that's displaying one of my pieces in their local art show. I want you guys there."

"Sounds cool," Harry says, taking his seat next to me. "Which piece are you displaying?"

Max shrugs. "I don't know yet. I'm still trying to decide between two." Louis rolls his eyes.

"You know which one you need to enter and it isn't either of those two." Max cuts his eyes to Louis.

"We live in East Texas. I doubt the gay-themed painting will go over very well around here." Harry looks back and forth between them.

"Who gives a shit what people around here think?" Max's smile fades and he picks up his fork.

"My parents," he says.

"Do your parents know you're gay?" I ask. He nods in response.

"Yeah. They're pretty supportive for the most part, but they're still hoping none of their friends at church find out. They don't want to be pitied for having the child who's damned to Hell." I shake my head.

"If God's the type of guy that would damn you to Hell just for loving someone, then I wouldn't want to spend eternity with Him, anyway." Louis laughs.