another world ♦ larry au

I run to the restrooms and lock myself in one of the stalls. I stand against the wall trying to regain my breathe so I try to think correctly but all I can think about are Harry's perfect shoulders and muscular body. I tell myself to snap out of it, I'm too young to be thinking these thoughts. I feel like crying, I have no idea what I'm going to do and I don't want to go back and face Harry. Once my breathing is back to normal I begin to think of a plan. Thoughts of Harry cloud my mind and make it impossible to breathe. I wish I would have never met him and that he would have never turned me gay. There I said it, I'm gay and I have no shame. I wish I knew what to do. My face begins to feel moist and I realize I'm crying. I welcome the tears and let them flow freely down my face and it gives me an idea. I could play sick. I look down to find that I'm no longer extended and I start to think of what people at school would say if they found out I liked guys, it brings fresh tears and a new found confidence, so I unlock the stall and take a step out.
When I open the door to the restrooms, I'm surprised to find Harry standing outside the door with all our things, he takes a look at me and his face fills with concern, "Are you ok, Louis?" he asks, his eyes hold a deep look of worry and I can't help but feel a little bit guilty.
"No," I say, shaking my head, "I feel really ill." He frowns and I look away from his perfect face.
He stays silent for what seems like forever and then says, "If you want, we could go back to your place and go swimming another time," he looks around shifting uncomforably from foot to foot.
"Are you sure?," I ask, "I don't want to be a bother, I could go home and you could stay here," I offer.
He shakes his head, "No, it woudn't be any fun without you and our mums would kill us both if we both didn't come back," he says as he grabs our stuff, it looks really heavy so I offer to help. "Don't worry about me. I got this." Shaking his head once more and we begin our trek back to my place.

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