When Two Different Worlds Collide
Mr. Polanco is now officially my new favorite teacher. He is making me tutor Louis and I couldn't be more happy. When Mr. Polanco announced the best idea ever, I looked back at Louis and he was smiling, but then once he realized everyone was looking at him, he quickly turned it into a grimace.
Its Thursday, which means that I have to tutor him today. I guess I will talk to him about it in Theatre.
When I got to Theatre, Louis wasn't there. He never showed up, even though he was present during Spanish class. Speaking of, I remembered when he told me that he switches classes a lot so I just assumed that was the reason for his absence.
When I got home, I was enveloped in a huge hug from my mum, like I always was. "How was your day sweetie?" she asked me with a big grin on her face. "It was fine mum." I replied "although, I was supposed to tutor this senior for Spanish today but he wasn't in theatre class so I had no time to talk to him or even get any information. I guess our first session is cancelled.
I decided I was gonna go to my room so I could take a nap. I dreamt about Louis. I have been doing that a lot lately. However, my dreams about him usually weren't this intimate…..
I was half asleep, and suddenly, Louis walks in completely naked. The way I imagined what his body looked like under clothes was pretty god damn sexy. He strut over towards me and just started kissing me and taking my clothes off. Once I was naked, he got down on his knees and then…I rose up from my bed and realized just what exactly I was dreaming about.
I took the covers off of my body and realized that I had a boner. I decided to experiment with it. I have never actually jerked myself off before. It had always been a thought in the back of my mind that I never seemed to make a priority like most teenage boys. I started doing it and thinking about Louis. "Louis…" I started whispering his name to myself and moaning softly.
Right when I was almost finish I heard the doorbell ring. No one ever visited the Styles. I covered myself up and peeked out my door to see who was there. we have a small house so if I look out my bedroom door, I can see the front door. Which has come in handy on many occasions, including this one. When I looked out my door, I couldn't see anything because my mom was in the way, but I could hear the stranger's voice….it was Louis.
How does he know where I live? "Harry come out here! There is a young man here to see you!" my mom yelled. I got up after I realized I was on the floor and walk dot of my room. Even though I knew he was the one standing on the other side of the door, I still felt really overjoyed to see him.
"I thought you said your tutoring session was cancelled?" my mum asked confused. "I thought it was…" I just stared at Louis, trying to get the details telepathically. I didn't expect any response, but he just simply said, "Oh I skipped Theatre class, so Harry and I didn't get to talk about it." He said it so matter-of-factly. "Um ok, you boys have fun." I could tell that she was skeptical about Louis.
I suggested we go in my room so we did. For the first few minutes it was silent and awkward. I was about to ask him what exactly about Spanish he didn't understand, but then he blurted out, "Why does it smell like precum in here?" He looked at me. I was appalled. I didn't know what to say so I just said I don't know. He didn't buy that, he didn't but that at all. "Were you jerking off Harold?" He looked at me with a mischievous look in his eyes. "…..no….." I croaked out. "You hesitated. That means you're lying." He was very adamant about his conclusion. "I'm not lying!" I tried to defend myself. "Don't deny it Curly!" Nobody has ever used that nickname before. I've had faggot, faggy, faggo, fagoo, fag, Homo Harry, but never Curly. I gave up.
I started with the work we were supposed to be doing. He was actually doing really well. He was really smart. I don't know why he doesn't do well in school. Halfway through some vocabulary he said, "What do you think about when you do it?" "…you…" It came out before I could even stop it.
Harry has just told me that he thinks about me when he's jerking off. I wanted to tell him that I think about him too when I do it but my mind kept telling me that my top priority needed to be my reputation. I didn't respond for about a minute and apparently that was his sign to run for it because that is what he did. He ran out of the bedroom and out the front door. I ran after him.
Harry is very fast. I could not catch up to him for the life in me. "Harry WAIT UP!" I screamed. After a few minutes of this I suppose he got tired and he just stopped running. When I finally did catch up to him, I was panting. "Why…..did…..you….run…away….from me….like that?" I said between breaths. "I didn't mean to say that back there I am so sorry. As you probably know I am gay and I have the biggest crush on you. I have since the first moment I laid my eyes on you. You are….perfect." That was the nicest thing anyone has ever said to me. Harry is an extremely attractive young male.
I wasn't sure what I was supposed to do, so for once in my life, I completely shoved away all the thoughts that were flooding my mind and I just went with my heart. I walked the last few feet separating us and I kissed him. It wasn't like full-on making out, but it was still nice. He didn't resist and neither did I. The kiss lasted a few moments before he pulled back, wanting some answers. He didn't have to ask, I knew what he wanted. "I'll see ya in class tomorrow." And with that, I started walking back to my car. Harry didn't follow me. He just stood there on the sidewalk looking like a lost puppy. I am glad he didn't follow me because at the moment I really wasn't prepared or ready to explain myself.
Tomorrow is going to be an interesting day…..