William x Henry College story

Tea Cup

                               William POV
It was a beautiful day. Snow falling through the cold air to the snowy ground and long, usually green trees. Everything is completely white and calm. I have a tea cup on my hands, warming them. Some people might think it is weird to carry your own tea cup around, but for me, it's perfectly normal. Henry gave this cup to me on my birthday last year, he painted it by himself.
I thought, giving small smile to the cup, while walking through my neighborhood. The cup  has light green small flowers on the middle of it. I love the cup, not just because it is beautiful, but because Henry gave it to me. I finally got to to Henry's house, what a lovely house it is. White from outside, but it has really warm colors on the inside. In it's backyard is Henry's treehouse. It is not fancy or anything, but it is full of memories. Helping Henry's dad to build it, sleeping in there this summer for memories and everything in between. I knocked on the grayish door. No one else than Henry would open it since his parents are on work already. After one minute of waiting I took the key under the flowerpot. My tea cup warmed hands opened the cold door handle. After entering the warm house I closed the door and went upstairs. I walked through the brown door. As I opened it I saw Henry, sleeping peacefully under the warm white blankets. God he was adorable. I walked in and took my jacket, shoes and purple beanie off. I placed to Hen's chair. I turned around to face Henry. Tiny thing I have noticed about him is that he never sleeps facing the wall. Usually people do it cause they find it more comfortable. Once Henry told me that it's less dangerous to sleep facing the room, I have no idea if it is true or not but I believe him. I watched his calm expression, feeling my cheeks heat up and heart beating faster. I had many thoughts of laying beside him, but decided just to wake him up. I started petting his beautiful ginger hair.
"W-William?" Henry said yawning.
"Who else? A murderer?"
"Very funny Will"
He said, getting up. He took my hand and walked to his door. I already knew that he will not change today. Henry and I got downstairs to the warm colored living room. We sat on the sofa.
W: "What are we watching?"
H: "Nothing, yet. It would be nice to talk, as always"
W: "Of course."
We had long conversation about Henry's drawings and somehow we ended up talking about gingerbread that Henry's mom backed yesterday. I like these long conversations, specially with Henry. We started watching some Christmas movie. The whole house of Henry's fits the mood. I mean, Not only the fact that the house is warm colored but the windows that were showing the snowy backyard and the candles that were always on the shelf. Henry had a blanket, I did not since I lost it and Henry, as a good friend of mine blamed it to His mother. I really wanted to be closer to Henry.
"Hey Henry, I'm cold"
I lied.
"Come here Will"
He said, opening his arms.
I was surprised but used my change and got under his blanket. I knew my cheeks were red, but I could tell Henry's are too. Oh I just wish I would tell you that I have loved you since we were in elementary school.