"Stop fucking tackling me mate," I said loudly. I was angrily mashing buttons on the controller trying to make some decent runs, damn I suck at FIFA. The vibrations tickled my fingers, but this was no time to be playing around.
Harry, was coaching me in the Olympic Games of FIFA. Well they weren't exactly the Olympic Games but the way he was yelled at me said otherwise.
"No Vikk press A, now B!" Harry said staring intently at the tv screen. Once again I was playing FIFA , a game I've come to hate, for the expense of someone's video. Fantastic. It was 2-2 with only a few moments of the game left. I can't even lie, we've tried filming this video about 4 times, each time me losing even worse than the last and Harry refusing to put it up. Typical Harry.
"Take the shot!" Harry yelled. The only reason he cared was because he would have to do some shitty forfeit if I lost again, there is only so many times you can fake a video. I slammed on B, taking the shot. All net.
"YES VIK!" I stood up and threw the controller on the ground with a dramatic expression.
"I did it. I did it." Harry picked me up and kissed my cheek.
"We don't have to do a forfeit, thanks to this cutie," Harry said rubbing my hair. My brain froze as he ended the video. Did I hear that right?
"Something wrong Vikk?" Asked Harry staring at my puzzled face.
"No..no it's just S-," I said trying to explain myself. The words I needed to say just weren't coming out.
"Oh.. Hah I'm sorry. I really didn't want to do something stupid," he became quiet and shifted in his seat uncomfortably.
"Harry are you okay?" I asked furrowing my eyebrows.
"Yea it's just.. Well the real question is are okay okay? You've gotten even smaller and you look sickly.." He gave me a side hug and all I could do was remain still. Harry was never like this, he just asked if I was okay then continues on with his day. I was never a big percentage of the things he lost sleep over at night, but today something was different.
"Hey guys what's-" Simon walked into the living room. Harry didn't move his arms. I, myself froze with a face of fear, "oh am I interrupting something?"
"No, just finishing up a video," Harry replied with a smug smile. Harry was clicking the controller loudly signing out of the console. Simon put on a fake smile and wondered up the stairs. I heard a loud slam, that's when I knew I was in trouble.
"Fuck what's wrong with him?" Harry said exiting out of Fifa.
"He's just been really protective of me.." I said giving him a shrugged shoulder.
"Are you sure it isn't anything else?" He questioned. I remained quiet. He snaked his hands around me once again and we stayed like that for a minute. "I really hope everything is okay with you Vikk.. I wouldn't want anything to happen to you." He kissed my forehead. Okay something was completely wrong with this boy, and I was going to get to the bottom of it.
"Thank you Harry."
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"You do realize you got mad over nothing right?" I said barging into Simon's room. The tall boy looked up from his editing software but didn't say a word. He continued clipping bits and pieces together. His boney hands moved across his keyboard, making himself look busy. It was just a stunt to make me leave, but I knew better.
"Simon."
Silence.
"Simon Minter."
"What is it Vikk?" he looked at me with mad eyes. The annoyed look on his face made it apparent that I had pissed him off a little too much.
"You shouldn't be mad over something so little like this.." He got up and just looked at me. A stare as intense as his could burn a hole right through someone.
"You acted this way at the diner. So now that it's you and with Harry it's different?"
"Simon that's not what I-"
"I'm not mad Vikk, just a little upset how your treating this situation," I was puzzled as he continued,"I can be mad, sad, happy at whatever the fuck I please." He pushed me onto the bed and pinned my arms down.
"I'm in control."
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just warning you now there may be a few filler chapter here or there, I actually want this book to be longer than the ones I have so yeeee. Hope you guys are enjoying this book so far! ilygsm
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