This is a thing a wrote a while ago and decided to share with you. It's basically just another angst-ish short story about- You'll see. I didn't say anything :))
PS. This is the first short story in here that has nothing to do with the Harry Potter universe, applause please. Still gay shit though.

I take a deep breath as he slides his hand into mine.
"You don't need to do this, you know that, right?" He says, looking at me with concern in his eyes.
I shake my head. "It's fine. But thanks. I would've done it sooner or later anyway." I reply and pull him into a deep, warm hug.
"If you're so sure. I'll be with you, okay? I've got your back. I love you."
"I love you."

So we push the door open and walk into the living room. My parents look at us and smile before their gazes drop to our hands.
The change on their expressions is almost funny. At first, their smiles were bright and loving, and then, it looks like someone froze their faces. My mother soon looks as though I was holding a bloodied knife instead of my boyfriend's hand, my father is just irritated.
He's also the one to speak up first and break the silence. "Wait, is that.. Are you...?"
"Am I what?" I ask back with a shaky voice, knowing very well what he means.
My mother's hand is in front of her mouth and she looks like she's about to throw up as she says it. "Are you and Ryan... Are you in a... More than friends?"
I would've laughed if I'd been in the mood for it. She can't even say the words 'relationship' referring to two males.
But I've started this, so I just decide not to play it off.
"Yes. Yes, he's my boyfriend." I don't dare to look down, I look her straight in the eyes. Ryan lets go of my hand and puts an arm around me in a protective manner.
My father jumps to his feet. "You... YOU turned him into a fa-"
"He's biromantic heterosexual." Ryan says simply, not letting go of me. "And I didn't 'turn him'. It's what he was born as."
I nod as the dark-haired boy's words give me more confidence. "Also, research on the meaning of the slurs you use." I then add, coming even closer to Ryan than I already was.
My mother shakes her head, on the verge of tears. "No."
"Yes, mom, stop acting like I just told you I murdered twelve kids or something!" I snap, and Ryan immediately holds me a little tighter as if to signal that he's there.
My father is fuming, his hands fists, his jaw clenched. No one says anything in a few seconds. Then, my parents look at each other. They've always had this thing of communicating with their eyes, signaling what they want or ask. I've envied them for that since I first saw it, but now... My father looks at us again, disgust on his face.
"Out. Get out."
"Fine."

I don't even remember planning to say that, I just do. But in the moment it leaves my mouth, I turn around, out of Ryan's safe-feeling embrace, and walk straight out of the apartment. My feet somehow get me downstairs without falling over, and as I step outside into the fresh air, I allow myself to cry. Tears fall down my face as I lean against the house's wall, sobbing and shaking.
I know who the hand on my shoulder belongs to in the moment I feel it and immediately accept my boyfriend's unspoken offer, hugging him so tightly he can probably hardly breathe. But he doesn't flinch back at all, just wraps his arms around me and holds me until I calm down.
"I'm sorry." He whispers and kisses my head. "I'm so sorry. Do you want to go back and say it was a joke?"
No. I don't want to go back to being terrified of them finding out, at whatever cost. I shake my head, so he just stops talking.

After a few minutes, I stop crying as suddenly as I started, but Ryan doesn't let go until I do.
"So... Plan B?" He asks after we kind of pulled away.
"If that's okay with you. And your mom."
"God, your voice is fucked up." He laughs as he tries to make the situation more comfortable, and I can't help but crack a smile. "And of course. We literally suggested that, remember?"
I nod. "Thank you so much."
"Don't say that. We're going to my house now, and my mother isn't accepting any form of 'Thanks' either, just so you know."
I shake my head as I smile and kiss him. A firework ignites in my heart as I do, and I know that I'll be okay.