𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐍 𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐓𝐒

[𝐓𝐖𝐎] fear

➵ harry centric
➵ word count: 939
➵ notes: ugh i love harry coming out fics theres not enough.
➵ warning: anxiety about coming out

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𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐃 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐎𝐍

Harry listened as the rest of the boys laughed when Tobi read the words on the screen. "Harry is bisexual."

He felt his heart drop into his stomach, and his throat go dry. Subconsciously, his hands went to scratching his chest, something he always does when anxious.

Everyone knows he has made jokes about being with men. But what they don't know is that he means it. He's always been afraid of coming out for fear of rejection. The only people who know are his family. He remembers coming out them, and the horrible anxiety that settled in his stomach when his mum came over to hug him, his dad patting him on the back, telling him how proud they were. However, when his uncle found out, he was abased, told that he would go to hell and bring the rest of the family with him.

His father immediately said Harry was valid and accepted in the family, and that if he didn't accept him, he could leave and never come back.

And his uncle did just that.

His parents and siblings made sure Harry knew they would always love and care for him, and he appreciated them dearly. But it still hurt, and whenever he thought about coming out to his mates, his hands shook.

"Boggo!" Someone called to him. He couldn't tell who.

"Yeah, mate?" Just play it cool, maybe they won't ask-

"You alright? Kinda spaced out on us."

Well, shit.

"Yeah, 'm alright." He mumbles.

"Go on then, answer." Harry really needed Ethan to shut up.

Harry was torn. He loved these boys, they were all like family to him. He didn't wanna lose them.

Vik seemed to notice the anxiety on the other's face. He sat up on his knees to face the younger boy. He grasped one of Harry's hands, trying to stop it from shaking.

"You don't have to answer, bog." He whispered. "We can cut this bit, and skip to another question. Would you like that?" Vik smiled sympathetically at Harry, trying his best to make him comfortable.

"I..I want to tell you lot." Harry whispered. "But...I'm scared." He whimpered.

"There's nothing to be scared of, mate. We'll always accept you for who you are, boggy. You can always tell us these kinds of things." Vik smiled warmly at the boy in front of him, hoping to calm his nerves.

Harry looked up at the rest of the boys, now seeing their concerned faces. Josh had left to make Harry tea to calm him down, and the rest of the boys were quiet.

"I want this cut out of the video." He says with conviction.

Simon nodded. "Of course, mate."

Harry nodded to himself, trying to give himself to confidence to say the words.

Finally, he took a breath, looked up at his mates, and confessed.

"Yeah, it's true. I'm bisexual."

The boys were quiet, simply nodding. Ethan smiled proudly at Harry, impressed by his confidence.

"Well, we accept you mate. We love you just the way you are. This doesn't change anything, boggo, okay?" Tobi had come over to the boy, gentle holding his shoulders to get Harry to look at him.

Harry nodded, keeping his eyes on his lap.

Josh sighed. He walked over to the young boy and pulled him up into a hug. "I'm so proud of you."

Harry felt his eyes fill with tears as the rest of the boys joined in the hug. "Thanks."

JJ pulled away, throwing a confused glance at Harry. "Why were you so scared to tell us?" Vik lightly slapped his chest. "Don't ask him that."

"It's alright," Harry says immediately. "I, um. I came out to my family a few months ago. My mum and dad and siblings were accepting, but....I had an uncle who told me I would go to hell, and that I was taking my whole family with me." The young boy looks down, fiddling with his sweater anxiously as he remembers the scene.

Tobi clutched his cross that he wore under his shirt angrily. "Harry, look at me, yeah?" Harry looked up hesitantly.

"That's now how religion works. We don't use our religion to bash and shame others. Your uncle is very fucking wrong. God loves you for who you are. He made you how you are, you didn't choose this." Harry felt a sob rip from his throat and the boys were back to hugging him. They rubbed his back, quietly shushing him as he cried into their arms.

"Hush now, boggy. You're alright. You're okay. We love you and your family loves you. That's all that matters, yeah?" Ethan whispered into his ear and Harry shakily nodded, trying to catch his breath.

After a they all pulled apart, and Harry had his tea, they sat on the couch in silence. Simon then spoke up.

"Bog? Do you wanna continue filming? We can stop now if you'd like." Simon asked.

Harry contemplated, but ultimately decided he didn't need to. He felt safe here. He felt loved and calm. He wanted to have fun with his friends.

"Nah mate, I'm alright. Also, I heard a rumor that KSI's a fatneek."

"True!" The rest of the group minus JJ yelled. The dark-skinned male rolled his eyes playfully. "Rah, alright then. I heard a rumor that Ethan licks feet."

Ethan started to deny it, causing the other boys the roar in laughter. Harry laughed and piped up. "Don't know, mate. Not something I'd put past you, to be fair." The boys laughed again, and something sweet settled in Harry's chest.

Happiness.

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➵ And that's the end! I hope you enjoyed!

Take care

-Maya