HARRY'S POV:
I don't fit in anymore. I mean, I never really have done, but now, it's just so difficult. I'm trying to participate in more stuff, wether it's just going to the shop with Tobi, or us all playing top golf or some shit. It's draining, a lot more than usual. Honestly, it's just so hard to try and keep up with everything that's going on. It doesn't matter where I am, or what I'm doing, because all I feel is the same. I feel lonely.
No matter how hard I try, I can't shake the feeling that I don't belong here anymore. Everyone would be much better off without me, though I would be much worse off without them here for me. It's like, they hate me, and I hate me. I love them, and they hate me. Just hate hate hate. Thats all I get, hate. Online, or in person, it doesn't matter. I'm hated, I'm not wanted. I just need to be gone, it'll be better for everyone that way.
SIMON'S POV:
I had changed my mind. I couldn't sleep, and all I could think about was Harry. I heard noises coming from across the landing. Instantly knowing it was him, I quickly got up from my bed, and left my room. I carefully opened the door, not being bothered to knock, and walked towards him.
"Harry," I spoke nervously, as I saw him on his bed, curled up in a ball. He shook frantically, whilst small sobs escaped his mouth. "Harry, what's up?" I questioned, becoming even more worried as he stayed silent. I sat down on the end of his bed, though still close to him, as I thought of what to say. His crying has increased, and it were as if he was about to explode. "Come here, it's okay," He launched himself onto me as I spoke, now in floods of tears. I held onto him, unknowingly, as he gripped onto my lanky frame. "What's wrong Harry?" I whispered sympathetically, being unsure of what else to say to him. "Kill me Simon. Fucking kill me, please, just fucking kill me Simon. Simon please" He almost chanted as he sobbed. His voice was hoarse, yet vulnerabl. Tears came to my eyes as he spoke, I had no idea what to say, as I pulled him off me slightly, and looked into his eyes. He refused to look at me, as he let out another sob.
"please." he begged, as his voice broke.
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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...
