SIMON'S POV:
It was a few days later now, and we had Harry back at the house. Me and a few of the boys were still bruised up but I didn't really care about that. All I cared about right now was Harry, but he wouldn't talk to me. He seemed frightened of me, every time I came close to him he would cower away, and whenever I tried to speak to him he would just ignore me. I keep on seeing his face when he was at the top of the stairs, he looked terrified. He wasn't speaking to anyone except Tobi, as he was there to comfort him when we were all to busy.
Even after what happened, josh was still oblivious to the fact that Harry's state was only getting worse. He'd make him a bowl of fruit in the morning, and flash him a smile, pretending everything was okay. Things were far from okay. Harry was far from it too.
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You're Shit At Lying
Fanfiction"Harry, how long are you just gonna pretend that your okay? We can all see it. Your not okay. Just speak to us, please?" "I'm absolutely fine Simon, what are you talking about? Why wouldn't I be okay?" "Your shit at lying Harry" Asking for help can...
