SIMON'S POV:
Everyone is so fucking oblivious. I mean, I can't get too mad, I was just as clueless as them a few hours ago, but now I see it. The brutal pain Harry is facing, the emotional wreck he is. I shuffled a little, to get more comfortable on the bed, and placed my hand on the young mans head. I slowly ran my fingers through his hair, though quickly, he moved, indicating that he wanted me to stop. Confused by his actions, again I moved, and sat up a bit more. "Harry," I whispered into the darkness, awaiting a reply. "What's up?" I asked, placing a hand on his shoulder, to which he again, pushed off.
It had been a few more hours, and I could hear some of the others awake downstairs. I nudged Harry softly, to check if he was still awake, and quickly, I realised he was, as he stood up and walked away, not even looking at me once. I watched in confusion, as he paced out the door. I shook my head, and looked to where he was laying. Next to where his head was, there was a large patch of water. I new he was crying, but fuck, I didn't realise it was that much.
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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...
