1 Week Later

I want~ someone to love me

Music blared from speakers hidden all over the room. Ezekiel wore an extreme crop top, cropped by himself and black tech pants. He liked his body, and wanted to show off the fact that he was attractive. Harper was sporting an oversized band shirt and shorts. The boys' outfits were different but matched nicely.

"So, how are you?" Ezekiel yelled over the din of the crowded bar.

I need~ someone who needs me

Throngs of people stood around them, cramming them together. Talking and laughing and music made every regular sound feel hushed and secret, harassing it into a corner and taking over any conversation that dared be at a normal talking level.

"Pretty good." Both men were blushing messes. An awkward smile spread across Harper's face.

Cause it don't feel right when it's late at night and it's just me and my dreams

People moved around, getting drinks, dancing, and just wandering about. No one seemed to stay in one place for more than a minute or so. Ezekiel and Harper had tried their luck at the dance floor, but neither knew how to dance, so it was just lots of giggling at failed dance attempts and falling. Neither man had ingested any alcohol, but if someone looked at them and their actions, they would have said "those two are drunk off their rockers."

"I have something to tell you." The men said in unison.

So I want~ someone to love

"How about we go outside?" Harper suggested with a goofy grin.

"Yeah, let's get out of here."

Harper and Ezekiel exited the packed bar, letting fresh, cool, clean air flow into their lungs and fill them with nature.

"So, what did you want to say?" Ezekiel asked, fidgeting in the crisp summer night atmosphere.

"Oh, you can go first. Whatever you had to say, it's probably more important than mine." Harper's heart sank with his own words. Ezekiel was probably going to say that he had hated the dates, and they would never see each other again.

"Oh, okay. If you insist." Ezekiel felt similarly. Harper could never like him. "Well, okay. I don't really know how to say this... but... I think... well... Harper, the thing is... I think I love you." Ezekiel tensed up, waiting for the barrage of hurtful words, fancy, beautiful words, to tear into him like a knife through stale bread, leaving unhealable scars that the world would see. What happened, he didn't expect.

Soft lips met his in a tender kiss as Harper flung himself into Ezekiel, his arms resting on his shoulders. They broke apart and a laugh escaped Harper's lips at the stunned expression on Ezekiel's face.

"Ezekiel, you give me the selcouth feeling of love. I love you too."

"Harper, ever since I met you, no one else has been worth thinking about. I fell for you after the first date. Will you be mine?"

Harper was silent for a second before responding, overjoyed at the prospect.

"I would be honored if you called me yours, and I can call you mine. In layman's terms," he paused for a moment, adding impact to the word he said next. "Yes!"

AN: That's the end guys! Hope you enjoyed it, it was a lot of fun to write! One of my favorite things that I've finished, to be honest. Have a great day