TALIA'S POV:
He shouldn't be doing this, I know he shouldn't, but I don't know how to stop him. It's not that much of a big deal, though it just isn't right. I watched him eagerly as he carelessly waltzed down the stairs, his arms bare and his skin pale. "Harry come on, let me help you clean up a bit first," I started as I took the stairs by two, trying to catch up to him. "Harry this isn't what I meant, come on, let's go back upstairs." I tried to persuade him, though he just didn't seem to care, as he ignored my words and continued to walk on.
"What the fuck?" I looked up to see Ethan stood in front of us both, at the bottom of the stairs. He looked to me, then to Harry, then back to me with a confused expression on his face. "Harry are you okay?" He whispered, obviously not wanting the boys to hear from the other room. "Y-Yeah." He replied, fidgeting with his hands. The two boys just stood staring at eachother, each with a worrisome expression plastered onto their faces, though, they were different types. "You're not going in there are you?" Ethan questioned, gesturing to the room he just came from with a quick movement of his head. Harry didn't speak, for whatever reason that was, so I nodded, but mouthed what I didn't want to say aloud. 'Don't let him'.
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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...
