Harry's POV:
I'm messed up...I know I am...but aren't we all? For the past years I've been attempting to cope after what had happened, but nothing seems to work. So...I turned to other things. I won't say I'm exactly proud of it, but it helps. My phone rings and I immediately see it's a blocked number. I answer cautiously in fear it might be important.
"Hey Harry, the band is getting back together," I hear Simon say in the other end.
"I agreed to this when?" I sass back.
"I don't give a shit if you agree to it! You're gonna fucking do it! All the other boys agreed so don't be difficult," Simon yells towards me.
"Okay fine text me the details," I give in before hanging up.
I go into my bathroom searching for a small hidden bag. I can't handle this. It's too much. I can't see them again. A million thoughts are running through my head as I search frantically. I find it and pull out what I consider both my best friend and enemy. I bring the tiny, shiny silver object to my arm and press hard. I feel both a sense of relief and anger. I do it again and again until I feel calm. I go to sleep with a full head and an empty bed just like every night.
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Goodbye l.s
Teen FictionWhen Harry falls into mental disorders of all sorts nobody is there to save him. He's at his lowest when forced to come have a reunion with the boys. He's embarrassed about his issues and doesn't want the boys to worry. What happens when they find o...
