➵ wroetofeeezy
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➵ notes: we love you harry, we do

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HARRY POV

Last week, some god above gave me confidence, and I admitted my feelings for my flatmate, Freezy.

And due to some higher power, he felt the same. He asked me to go on a date with him, and of course I said yes.

I've never been on a date with a boy before. To be fair, I haven't been on a date in years. I feel like I've forgotten how.

When I told my mates about it, they immediately took interest and wanted to help.

"Ooh, what's her name, lad?"

"Uhh, can't say that. Josh will probably doxx or summit."

The boys erupted in laughter while Josh playfully shook his head. They seemed to forget that I didn't say who I was dating, and I am just fine with that.

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THIRD PERSON

Harry knocked on Ethan's door. Ethan had offered to help Harry dress for his date, and Harry let him. The younger boy just hoped that Ethan wouldn't ask any questions he didn't want to answer.

"Well, come on, lad. Papa Ethan gonna dress you nicely, eh?"

Harry might have made a mistake.

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"Alright, mate, so this blue will go nicely with your trousers, yeah? Here, put that on." Ethan threw a blue Sidemen hoodie behind him, hitting Harry in the head. He unfolded the piece of clothing and slipped it over his head.

They finished, and Harry was sat at Ethan's counter having a piece of toast. They were making casual conversation, talking about Sidemen filming.

"Oi, if I have to play impostor with JJ again, I'll fuckin' lose it, swear." Harry laughed.

"JJ will call out every color under the fuckin' sun, then finally get it right with 3 people left." The boys laughed harder, and when they finally calmed down, Ethan spoke up again.

"So, what's her name?"

Well, fuck.

"Uh, Stacy. Her name's Stacy."

Ethan has always been able to read Harry. They've always been close. Ethan always watched over Harry, protected him, cared for him.

So when he thinks Harry's bullshitting him, he's usually correct.

"Stacy, huh?"

"Yeah."

Well.

"Mate, you know you can always tell me shit, right?"

He noticed Harry hesitate, anxiously pulling on his fingers. "Y-yeah."

"Then who is it? Because I can tell you're lying."

He didn't like the look on Harry's face. Didn't like the anxiousness, the hesitance, the fear. So he tried to make a joke, tried to lighten the mood.

"And I swear if you say my mum, I-"

"It's Cal. Freezy."

Oh.

Oh.

That's a surprise.

But Ethan still doesn't understand why the young boy was so scared.

"That's lovely, mate. He's good for you, you've been beaming with light ever since last week. I'm glad you're happy. But I still don't understand. Why are you so scared of saying that?."

Harry looked everywhere in the room, but him. He avoided Ethan, trying to build up the courage to get the words out. He felt his chest constrict, barbed wire wrapping round his lungs. Ethan noticed, and put a hand over his gently.

"I'm not upset, mate. You're safe here. Yeah?"

Harry nodded. He knew. He just needed a minute.

Just a minute.

He took a deep breath, and spoke.

"He's our friend, and I didn't want to make things awkward."

Ethan felt his heart ache.

"Didn't wanna ruin everything if we broke up, you know?"

Oh, bog.

"Harry, we love you. You don't ruin anything. And I know Freezy cares about you. You and him would still be good friends, but that boy is head over heels for you. I don't think you have to worry about that, okay?"

Harry nodded, and Ethan wanted to go over and pull him into his arms.

So he did.

"Come here, boggy." Harry smiled as Ethan hugged him. He felt warm, safe with his friend.

"And you tell me if he ever hurts you. They won't find his body." Ethan lowly whispered. Harry laughed and nodded.

"Course, mate."

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The boys sat in front of the TV, watching a re-run of some old show, when the doorbell rang.

Ethan got up to answer, and Harry finally realized.

Oh shit, he's about to go on a date with his best friend.

He took a few deep breaths, deadset on not having a full on panic attack.

And then he saw Cal.

And his heart stopped.

The tall boy stood at the door, in track bottoms and a hoodie. Still, that's all he needed. He was still beautiful in his friend's eyes.

Harry got up to stand by Ethan, who was giving Cal a cold glare.

"So, what are your intentions with Harold?"

Cal laughed. "Mate, what is this?" Then he noticed. Ethan wasn't laughing.

"Uh," he gulped. "Just dinner, and a surprise for Harry at the end." He smiled at the young boy in next to Ethan.

"Hm, does this surprise include all clothes attached? Because if not, there's a problem-"

"Ethan!" Harry yelped, blushing down to his neck.

"What?" He looked unashamed.

"You can't just-" Harry sighed. "Come on, Cal, let's go before Ethan gets his katana."

"His what?!"

XIX

The boys stood in front of the restaurant, holding hands. It took a while for Harry to get used to the feeling, of his hand in Cal's, and of the butterflies in his chest.

The took a table, and were waiting to be served.

"You look so cute like that, you know?"

"W-what?"

"Sitting there all shy, playing with your fingers. You're adorable."

Harry looked down and blushed again. "Thanks, mate. Not so bad looking yourself."

They laughed, and went quiet again. Their food was served, and they ate. They talked a bit, mostly about filming, occasionally Cal complimenting Harry all for the payoff of making him blush.

Cal payed, much to the chagrin of Harry, and they left.

Cal held Harry's hand, and led him over to a park a few blocks away. The two boys sat on a bench and looked up. It was already dark, the purple sky bathing them in starlight.

"I brought you here because I needed to tell you something. Alone."

Harry's chest swirled with anxiety. He knew it, he was too much. He made Cal uncomfortable, and now he-

"I love you. I love you more than anything in this entire world and I have for so long now. And it's been exhausting, trying to hide it. Trying to hide the fact that anytime I see you, I wanna push you up against a wall and make you scream. I hate that it took me so long to ask you, and then you asked me. And I felt on top of the fucking world."

Harry couldn't breathe.

He couldn't.

Cal felt this way...for this long?

Jesus.

"Harry? You alright? I hope I didn't upset you. I was trying to-"

Harry pulled him into a kiss. He felt Cal grab his waist, pulling him on tighter. Closer. The boys kissed for a while, enjoying each others loving embrace. Unfortunately, air is a thing, and they had to pull away. They sat breathing heavily, waiting for the other to calm down.

"Good way to make me shut up, I suggest doing it more often." They shared a laugh, and Cal put his arm around the smaller boy. They sat, looking up at the stars, enjoying their time together.

Together.

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➵ I hope this is good! Wroetofreezy is my OTP lol

Take care

-Maya