Suicidal **CURRENTLY EDITING**

Chapter 25

Songs for this chapter:

In My Veins - Andrew Belle

A Drop in The Ocean - Ron Pope

Every Breathe You Take (cover) - Aaron Krause

Megan's POV

I cried the rest of the night. I couldn't talk to either of my parents because they were still arguing over what happened an hour after Harry left.

I don't know how long I can hold off without knowing what's happening to Harry. The way he talked and defended that girl was like he knew her and she's told him every though she's ever had. It was like he related to her and I couldn't have been more terrified.

I rung Andrew to talk for a bit and he could tell I was upset. I tried to say something about Harry and be open with him, but he was disinterested and told me it probably wasn't anything big. I got too frustrated to go on with the conversation and told him I'd ring him later on when I was feeling a bit better.

I don't think I can every imagine Harry killing himself, but it could be the part of me that's pushing away any idea of him being something other than happy. He's changed and it's happening too quickly to ignore it or think it won't get any worse.

I feel my phone vibrate and I lift it out of my pocket to see Harry's name on the screen. I open the message quickly, hoping he was going to say something about what happened.

*"I'm still not ready to talk about everything and I know you understand, but that doesn't mean I don't want to spend time with you. I'm going to Rory's tonight and our friends will be there. We haven't been together in a while and it would be great if you'd come with me :)xx

-H"*

I smile at his text, but the fact that he's ready to go out with friends after last night amazes me. He could be forcing himself to in another attempt to prove he was okay, but I would want to ruin his good mood if he was truly happy.

I tell him I would come and he says he'd pick me up later on tonight, reminding me that he'd be okay and that he sends all his love for everything that happened.

I start thinking about it again and suppression of my tears becomes so impossible I can't breathe.

~*~

I hear the door opening below and cheerful voices beginning to speak and my heart races.

I don't know what to expect when I see Harry, but all I picture is him with swollen, red eyes, tears stained on his cheeks, and an expression of the purest form of pain.

I take another minute to pull myself together, building the courage to go downstairs and be around Harry for the rest of the night without bringing up yesterday. I can be happy and give him some space and time to figure out when he wants to tell me whatever he has to say.

I go down and Harry is Harry again. He's smiling as he talks to my mum, apologizing for his brief leaving as she shakes her head and says it wasn't a problem. He notices me walking down and grins, complimenting me and giving me a small hug.

A small weight is lifted off my shoulders and he keeps his arms around my waist as I turn towards my mum. I welcome his gesture, the pressure of his arm against me welcoming and calming.

"We're going to go out with friends for a bit and I promise I won't be out too late." I tell her, giving her a small kiss goodbye. "And if you're sleeping when I'm back, I'll keep quiet."

She laughs and nods.

"Alright. Have fun." She says. "Be safe."

I smile at her protectiveness that she's had since I was young.