H20Delirious X Reader COMPLETED

IV

H20's pov

I walked to my room and i look at my family portrait photos, im a murder.... The whole world knows that.... I caused that shooting massacre and i killed millions of people. It was me.... I... A son of a family.... Shot his own parents in the head looked at their eyes before pulling that trigger... Of course it had to be me even at the age of 13... Even if i loved them with my whole heart even if i was a better nicer person at that time i killed all those people because i was the only one that survived... Everyone blamed me just because i was alive and those real killers where gone just bc they killed themselves to blame everything on me how could cops be too stupid enough to find real proof....

I feel something inside me that angers me more than what i can hold... Im a murder i murdered all those poor souls including my own family...

I feel like my face is burning up i let those tears of anger out I can't hold my own fists but scream in anger and break those photos, i punch the wall, i kick it i let all my anger free to do whatever the fuck it wants until i hear the door open and i see (y/n) rush and hug me im just standing there with my fist clenched and breathing fastly, i feel her peaceful body and head against my back her arms warped around my stomach... I calm down.. It soon fades away all my anger has disappeared.. With only someone hugging me and showing me shes there for me.... Everything is completely silent ...I break crying..

Your pov

I am hugging delirious as tight as i can... The way i heard him breaking and punching things scared me so i came to stop it i didn't care if i left the room he left it freely open for me to get out whenever i wanted... Poor delirious.... He really needs someone to calm his anger.. He needs someone to support him, to talk to him, to make him happy... I feel his body calm down in a second I hugged him... He's relaxed... I can hear his strong and fast breathings and his heart beat....But i hear him cry... Thats when he knows using his anger isn't going to help at all..

"Please don't cry.... " I couldn't help myself but just try comforting him...

He keps his sobs going ignoring my saying.

"im here for you, you know that"

He finally speaks

"The p-pain is too much "

"Please tell me everything im listening"

I let go and he sits in his bed, i sit beside him

"The death of my parents keep hunting me.... " he looks at the ground

" delirious its not your fault those real criminals did that cops are too dumb you know that"

"I can't, i have to stay my life stuck here, i did killed a couple of innocents because they were cops others were just haters ..." He says

I think about it... Thousands of death cops ... He killed them for revenge...

"Delirious.... But if you killed all those people and cops why... Haven't you killed me yet?" I look at his blue eyes that are staring at the ground then they look into my deep (e/c) ones..

"Because..... I like you..."