Happy Birthday Dude !
I walked into the kitchen to find a teary-eyed Harry. Those gleaming green orbs looked into mine, before darting back to the floor. I felt guilt rush all over my body; he’s upset because of me.
"Haz, I’m sorry, okay?" I said to him as I sat on the vacant stool next to his own, only to see the curly-headed boy’s eyes close shut, and with a quiver of his lips, tears started to roll down his cheeks.
"Harry, you know I didn’t mean it. You know I don’t control what get’s said on Twitter, baby." I placed my hand on his shoulder, before he shifted uncomfortably and stood up, removing my hand.
"Dude? Really?! Dude?" He said, repeating himself. "You really couldn’t think of anything else?" His voice was rising with anger, and the flow of tears sped up. His fists were tightly clinging to his t-shirt which I bought him for his birthday last year.
"I mean, come on Lou! We aren’t two beachy surfer guys about to go hit some waves! We’re in a fucking relationship. You think you’d say something a bit more meaningful than ‘dude,’ I just."
He groaned out in frustration, followed by a door slamming shut. I put my head in my hands. He was right, ‘dude’ isn’t a very good term of endearment; it actually means the opposite.
I got up and walked over to his door, and raised my hand to knock when his bedroom door was flung open, and I was pulled into a tight hug. I could feel him leaning into me, and the vibrations of soft mumbles and sobs.
"I’m so sorry Hazza, I really am." I pulled him in even tighter.
"I just want to be us, Lou."
Those words stung my heart. It’s what we both wanted so much. I pulled back before leaning into him. His eyes still a bit red, making his eyes look greener than ever made my heart skip a beat. I tilted his chin up, and placed my lips on top of his, mumbling ‘I’m sorry’ over and over.
"Happy birthday baby. I love you so much, Hazza."