I shot up from my bed drenched in sweat. My head was pounding, and my heart was beating rapidly. The dream seemed so real. I actually thought I was going to die. I was too paranoid to go back to sleep, so I stayed up staring at my ceiling until my alarm went off signaling me to get ready for school.
My classes flew by, and it was finally time for English which became my favorite class now since Harry was in it. The whole time while we were in class, we would make faces at each other and pass each other notes while the teacher wasn't looking. The bell rang, and class was over. Harry and I were about to leave when the teacher called his name to stay. We exchanged glances, and he shrugged. I waited outside the class for him to come out. When he did, his jaw was clenched, and his fists were balled up by his sides.
"What's wrong?" I asked.
"I'm fucking failing English," he said angrily.
"What! Why?" I was shocked. I always thought Harry was a good student. It seemed like he always kept on top of his work.
"I don't know the teacher is so stupid goddammit," he swore.
"Well how are you going to get your grade up?"
"She already called my mom about it, and apparently now they're trying to find a tutor for me how fucking wonderful," he said sarcastically.
"Well I'm doing pretty well in English. I could be your tutor if you want," I suggested.
"Yeah! That would be great! It just gives me an excuse to hang out with you more," his face lit up and he laughed.
"Okay when do you want to start then?" I asked.
"How about today after school I'll drop by your place later yeah?" he responded.
"Yeah that works for me," I smiled.
He kissed me on top of my head, and we parted ways until lunch. We met up with Zayn, Niall, and Liam. The whole time Harry sat next to me, and brushed his shoulder against mine on purpose. I could tell. His touch was warm and caused butterflies in my stomach. It was crazy how his touch could make me react that way.
The rest of the school day flew by quickly, and 2 hours later I was at home doing my homework when my doorbell rang. I looked out my bedroom window and saw Harry's car parked outside my house. I sprinted downstairs and opened the door. Harry stood there with a big grin on his face and his backplack slinged across his shoulder.
"Ready to get tutored?" I wiggled my eyebrows at him.
"Why yes I am," he kissed me on the cheek when he walked in.
"Okay let's do this," I walked up the stairs into my room while he trailed behind me. I layed on my stomach on my bed with my homework spread in front of me.
"Well don't just stand there silly get your homework out," I teased. He took his homework out of his backpack and I explained things that he didn't get to him.
"But I still don't get it," Harry whined for probably the 267th time.
"Well you will soon," I encouraged.
"No I won't. I'm stupid," he said with a sad look in his eyes. It broke my heart when he said that.
"No you're not Harry. You're smart you just need help. Everybody needs help with their work sometimes don't put yourself down okay," I leaned over and kissed him. He smiled and we worked silently after that. I felt him staring at me a few times.
"You're staring Harry," I looked up and smirked at him.
"No I'm not," he lied.
"Yes you are," I said.
"Sorry I don't know what you're talking about," he grinned.
"Yeah yeah whatever," I rolled my eyes playfully.
"Can we please take a break we've been doing homework and studying for 2 hours now," he pouted. He was so adorable I felt like my heart was going to explode.
"Yeah, I need to make dinner anyways," I got off the bed and opened the door for us.
"Oooh I'll help then," he suggested.
"You cook?" I asked surprised.
"Yes sir I do," he beamed.
We made stir fry together and occasionally fought over the ingredients playfully. When we were done, I set the big plate of stir fry on the table for my dad, when he got home.
"There perfect," I said.
"You know what's more perfect?" Harry asked.
"What?" I responded.
"You," he replied.
"Damn here comes the cheesiness," I teased.
"You know you love it," he leaned in and pressed his lips to mine. He slowly backed me up against the counter, and pushed his tongue into my mouth. I gripped his hair and pulled on it gently. He moaned into my mouth, and I could feel him getting hard. I suddenly heard the slam of a car door, and pulled away from him.
"Shit! That's my dad, you should go I'm sorry," I rushed.
"What why?" he asked.
"'He doesn't know about me being gay remember?"
"Yeah, but can't you just introduce me as your friend?"
"He doesn't like it when I don't tell him when my friends are coming over. I'm sorry, he's about to come in," I guided him to the back door.
"But what about my stuff?" he asked.
"I'll bring it to you tomorrow," I replied.
"Oh okay," he replied disappointment and sadness filling his eyes. I felt guilty doing this, but I had no choice. If my dad found out, he'd kill me.
"I'm sorry babe," I kissed him quickly on the lips. That seemed to cheer him up, and he smiled while waving goodbye, and walked away. I still felt a pang of guilt in my chest, but I pushed it down.
My dad walked through the front door, and threw his keys and jacket on the couch.
"I made dinner for you," I told him.
"Finally. Now you're being useful," that was the closest thing to a compliment he'd ever given me.
"It's on the table. I made stir fry."
"Okay. Since I'm in a good mood right now I'll let you eat at the table with me," he said. I was surprised, he usually told me to go eat in my room. Only rarely he would let me eat at the table with him. I sat across from him and silently ate my dinner, I didn't want to ruin his mood.
"This stir fry tastes horrible," he said.
"Sorry. I can take it away then," I got up and grabbed his plate. He knocked me to the ground, and the plates shattered everywhere.
"Did I tell you to fucking take away the food you fucker? I just said it was horrible. Now look what you fucking did you created a damn mess. Clean this shit up, then go to your room. I don't want to see your ugly ass face for the rest of the night," he scolded.
I cleaned up the mess as fast as I could which turned out to be a stupid idea because I got cut with some of the pieces of the broken plates. Blood trickled down my hands and feet on some places, but I didn't bother to clean up the blood. I was out of energy, and just wanted to go to bed already. After I was done cleaning up the mess, I went up to my room. I saw Harry's backpack and homework lying on the floor, and the guilt returned. I put his homework into his bag. Before i went to sleep, I checked my phone and saw 2 messages from Harry.
"You should tutor me more often. That was fun :)," the first one said.
"Goodnight sleep tight :D," was the second message.
I fell asleep with a smile on my face. Harry was the light of my life, and with him everything in my life, some things were okay. With him, I was finally happy.
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