It was midnight. The room was in silence and I was trying to sleep but as soon as I closed my eyes, the same image appeared on my mind.
For five months, I had tried to put away that idea, but the harder I tried not to think of it, the harder it came to my stupid mind.
What would he think of me if he knew I was gay and I was dreaming of him?
Zayn was the first who I told I liked boys; Niall, as cute as always, told that he was going to love anyway and gave me a big hug, and Louis caught me kissing a guy who I didn’t remember his face when we were on a party(even though I hide myself very carefully), even my family knows it, but Harry…
How I was supposed to say to Harry I liked boys and I felt in love with him?
-Liam, Liam, wake up please. I need your help.
Someone was calling me but I didn’t want to get up, I’d almost fallen asleep and now I was having again the same dream.
-Go to your bedroom, Harry, Lou is waiting for you.
-Liam, it’s very important. If it wasn’t, I would not wake up you. –He was on his thirteen’s, so I looked at him and I could see he had been crying.
I jumped out of the bed and I was almost dressed when Harry started to laugh loudly, but I could notice the pain on his laugh. It wasn’t the happy noise I used to smile for.
-When you want, you’re very very fast Daddy Direction. I wonder in what you are fast too…
-Although I like so much this conversation, I don’t think you’ll ever know-Don’t get me wrong, these sentence hurt me so much.- So, why did you wake up me, Hazza?
Harry slowly sat on my bed, and started to cry. I sat down quickly next to him and hugged him. I knew what to do in those cases, because he always came to me when he was wrong and reciprocal.
-Harry, calm down and tell me what’s wrong.
He looked at me, scared, and caught a clinex to blow his nose. Then, he looked again at my entire room, stood up and, after looking again outside the room, he closed the door.
-It’s eight in the morning, I don’t think anyone is awake, but if you want to close the…
-I do want to close the door. I don’t want anyone to hear our conversation, and Zayn sometimes wakes up very early, when we’re on tour.-He interrumpted me.
He sat down in the same place as he was before.
-Liam, I wanted to talk to you about one thing… Shot me out of the sky, you’re my kryptonite…-He sang when he remembered the song.
-Harry, go to the point, please. I know you like very much these song, I also do, but I like to sleep too, did you know it?
-Okay, okay, sorry Ian. So like two weeks ago, when we went party, something really weird happened… I, I kissed a boy, Liam.
-I kissed I girl, and I liked it, WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAT??
I was shocked. My brain couldn’t believe what he had heard. A lot of emotions came to me just in seconds, and for a moment, just for a very short moment, I imagined a life with Harry, my dear Harry.
What I though it was a moment, it resulted to be about ten minutes without saying nothing; and when Harry brought me again to the real life, I wondered why he hadn’t go in all this then minutes I had acted like an idiot guy.
-Anyone else knows what you’ve told me?