"GET UP YOU FAGS!" Someone yelled as I jolted up from my sleep.
I looked around and Harry was next to me. Oh. That's why he called us fags. I shook Harry slightly. Man, he was a heavy sleeper.
"Har-rieeee" I whispered.
"GET YOUR BOYFRIEND UP!"
That woke Harry right up. He saw me and smiled.
We followed the guard and say at his old picnic table in the blazing sun.
"Aren't you gonna eat?" He asked me.
"I'm not hungry"
"Louis you need to eat something"
Harry was getting on my nerves.
"I'm not hungry anymore. Who are you? My mother?"
"No, I'm your boyfri..... friend! And I want to look after you!" Harry yelled.
"I can take care of myself, I don't need you for that." I said calmly.
Harry looked hurt. "You don't need me? You gonna starve yourself if no one watches you."
I fisted my hands.
"Harry please, just...urg."
"What? I'm right?"
I rolled my eyes.
"Harry...I'm fine, okay? Why don't you just fucking understand I'm old enough to decide how much I should eat!"
Harry sighed loudly.
"You are twenty-one but you act like a five-year old!"
Harry was making me mad and I couldn't keep calm anymore.
"Why do you care so much?!"
"Because you mean a lot to me!"
"Do I?" I asked sarcasicly. "You've only known me for what....two days now?"
"Louis please just...just eat something" Harry said looking at the ground.
"No you don't need to treat me like a child!" I yelled.
Everyone was staring at us now.
"You can yell at me all you want but that won't make you feel better about yourself" he said.
"Ugh shut UP! I HATE YOU!" I yelled and ran inside and faced the chief police officer.
"Can I get a cell change?" I asked.