I wake up to the sweet smell of vanilla in the air. My vision is blurred, a jungle of brown curls roll into my face. I try and slip out of the covers and an arm grabs my hip dragging me back down into the bed. God, I just love Harry sleeping in my bed, it felt so pure and right, except for all the times I just wanted to rip his clothes off with my teeth. He turns to face me, I study every detail on his face, all his perfections and imperfections. I stroke his nose with my finger and his eyes pop open frightening me. He chuckles and wriggles closer to me, our bare chests touching. Harry leans in and kisses me, softly then forcefully, he digs his hand into the back of my neck and pulls me in. I slip my hand down the side of his boxers making him moan in pleasure, he curls his finger and slides mine off. Are we really going to do this? I am completely and utterly overjoyed that the time has come. Soon we are both tumbling under the sheets kissing our necks, collarbones, and chests. I trail my hand down his stomach and he flips me over on to my back, oh my god this is actually happening. Our bodies are just so close, the warmth of our bodies as we thrust into each other is just enthralling. I let out a moan of ecstasy and the door opens.
“Oh my god Mom!!!”
“Honey I’m sorry I thought you were… not doing what you were just doing.”
“Well you boys get dressed and I will see you downstairs for breakfast.”
“Yeah, see ya later.”
Oh my fucking god… my mom just walked in on me and Harry…..doing it…… Harry looks up at me like a little kid who just got caught stealing a cookie. His face was bright pink, and his brow knit.
“Well, lets get dressed then” he said, and bolted into the closet as fast as he could manage.
“No fair! You are not wearing my black jeans Harry!”
“Oh yes I am!”
Harry walks out in black skinnies, a pink v-neck, and a light grey hoodie.
“You know you really shouldn’t be able to look this good, people might get a little jealous”.
“Oh really, who?”
“You know, people” I say as I go in to kiss him, giving him a light peck on the lips.
“Here I picked out your clothes for today!”
“Harry, I’m not sure I am going to like this.” He pulls out white jeans, grey t-shirt and a red hoodie.
“Where did you find these? I have never seen them before!”
“Just did a little shopping….. for you…..”
“Awe, Haz!” I squeal as I got and put the clothes on. I enter back into my room and give him a huge hug. KNOCK, KNOCK, KNOCK! “Boys are you ready yet? School starts in half an hour!”
“Yeah mom, be right down.”
“Goodbye Mom!” Niall screams as we enter the garage.
“Bye Ms. Horan!” I yell!
“Have a good day at school boys!” I hear her say from the kitchen.
We hop into Niall’s black Honda and immediately turn on the radio. Niall presses the garage opener while I find a good radio station. After backing out of the garage we are on our way, lady gaga blasting out the speakers.
“So I need to tell you something.”
“Sure anything Hazza.”
“My mom never knew I was gay until the doctor at the hospital told her.”
“What do you mean the doctor told her?”
“When I was awake I heard him talking to my mom, she asked him basic questions. And then he said that his boyfriend was the first one to visit him.”
“Oh… My bad.. I sorta just said that…”
“Don’t apologize Nialler, I have always wanted to be your boyfriend.”
“Awe thanks Haz!” he grinned.
“So anyway she came into the room and we talked, she asked who the supposed boyfriend was so I just told her everything I could remember about you and me. “
“Well I applaud you for telling her, it took me a while to tell my mom, even though that was about four years ago in Mullingar.”
“Thanks, it means a lot.”
We park the car in the lot and walk to the front of the school. A large group of students is gathered around something. Niall and I head up to see what all the commotion is about. We part through the crowd and find a Caroline Flack shrine, pictures of her, notes from people, a card saying r.i.p, and a stuffed bear.
“Bloody Fuck! What is this?” Niall demands. No one says anything, everyone was too frightened by his tone of voice, one I have never heard myself.
“Does anyone care to explain why there is a fucking devil worshiping going on?” A girl tries to place a bundle of flowers on the ground but before she can do anything Niall kicks them out of her hands. The girl is shocked, I am shocked, the school is shocked.
“This is fucking unacceptable! She died because she tried to murder someone, she tried to kill me and then she shot Harry!” People directly focused in on me, waiting for me to say something, anything.
Niall takes a lighter from out of his pocket and lights a cigarette. “Since when did you smoke?” I ask him.
“Shut up Harry” he says, breathing in the fumes. He lights the cigarette again this time making sure it is in flames and throws it on the memorial. Flames burst into the air, people stare at him like he had just gone psycho. I reach out to him and try to comfort him, I can tell that he is hurting. “Don’t touch me” he spits, then walks back to his car and drives away. “Niall, Niall come back!” I yell, but he can’t hear me. By now someone had already got a teacher to come with a fire extinguisher. I look down at the pavement, lightly charred by the fire. Everything was burn to a crisp, nothing had survived, all was turned to ash. Niall would never have any respect for a sympathizer of Caroline, that’s how it was going to be.
“Niall, Niall come back!” I look in my rearview mirror to see Harry calling for me. I really cant take it, what that monstrous girl did to Harry and I? Why on earth would anyone have any remorse for such a damned soul? So many thoughts were running through my head, I just had to get away, away from all of these people, these sick, sick people. Where would I go? I should go back to pick Harry up after school, but if I don’t he could always get a ride with Zayn and Perrie. I look into my wallet and find my hidden compartment, five hundred and thirty dollars, what was I going to do with all this. I guess babysitting and that part time job over the summer really paid off.