Henry's POV:
November 1st, I woke up in Zoey's bed, but she was nowhere to be found. What happened last night? Where is my shirt? I looked around for my phone and saw it on Zoey's nightstand. I grabbed it and checked the time, 10:32 am. I need to get home. I feel awful. I guess this is what a hangover is like. Zoey walks through the door, carrying my shirt.
"You're awake." She smiles, tossing my shirt to me.
"What happened last night Zoey? Why am I in your bed?" I asked.
"You really don't remember anything?" She laughed. I shook my head no. "Well you were pretty wasted. Okay, so long story short. You got super drunk and threw up all over my bathroom and passed out. So I let you sleepover and borrow one of my hoodies. I also washed your shirt, you were a mess last night". I was in disbelief.
"Where's your bathroom?" I asked.
"It's right in front of you silly."
I walked to the door obviously in front of me. I remembered me puking all over her bathroom. The events of last night flooded back. I made such a fool of myself. I changed back into my shirt and walked back into Zoey's room. I handed Zoey her hoodie back.
"Thanks Zoey." I walked away to leave. I needed to get home. "Wait Henry. Can we talk before you leave?"
Great. What other stupid thing did I do last night?
"Yeah, what's up Zoey?" I mumbled.
"I saw something last night, and I wanted to ask you about it." She sighed. My heart dropped.
"What was it?" I nervously asked.
"Henry, I saw your arm. Those cuts on it, did you do those? Are you hurting yourself?" She asked, she had a look of pity and worry on her face.
"I don't know what you're talking about." I spat out. I ran out of her room, she followed.
"Henry! Please I'm worried!" She yelled after me. I kept running. I ran out of her house and onto the sidewalk. I guess I'm walking home.
Zoey's POV:
I watched Henry as he ran out. I knew there wasn't much I could do to stop him. I felt bad for upsetting him but I'm just worried. How long has he been doing this? I decided I should tell someone. I texted Charlotte.
Zoey: Hey Charlotte. Can I tell you something?
Charlotte: Sure Zo. What is it?
Zoey: I'm really worried about Henry. I saw his arm last night and it was covered it cuts. I think he might be hurting himself.
Charlotte: I've been worried about him for awhile, he's been acting different. Thanks for telling me. I'm gonna try to get him some help.
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Hang on Henry
FanfictionHenry Hart begins getting bullied at school. He starts believing the bullies and changes. With the help of his friends will be hang on or give up on life?
