"Get out, faggot." His father deadpanned. Tears streamed down his face as he threw clothes into a suitcase. He didn't care that he couldn't see exactly what was in there, all he could feel was the anger at himself for being so weak.
Outside, sat with shame on the pavement, he called the only person he knew would pick him up. It wasn't long before Simon's car skidded to a stop next to him but he didn't look up.
"Hey," Simon spoke softly, his steps careful as he approached the boy sat with his head on his knees. "Let's get you in the car, okay?" Simon picked the boy up, helping him into the car before grabbing all of his stuff. He didn't ask for details, he knew what had happened.
They drove in silence, neither knowing what to say to break it. Simon avoided the radio as he didn't want to seem rude but that made the traffic agony.
Finally, the reached the house Simon shared with Josh. JJ didn't exactly live there but it was no surprise when he came bounding out to help his boyfriend carry bags into the house.
Simon sat the boy on the sofa, explaining in a quite voice to Josh that he would be staying with them for a while, at least until things flew over. Josh was happy with that, he cared about the boy too.
"I left his bags in the spare room," Jide entered. The spare room practically used to be his but now he slept with Simon, it was free. Harry followed him having been recording with them, for once.
"Vik?" He voices as he saw his friend sat in a ball on the sofa. Harry's presence was the first thing to make Vik look up. He attempted to smile but it broke, making Harry move to sit next to him, placing an arm around him.
"It'll be okay, Vik." He reassured. "We're here, I'm here."
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Fanfictionin which vik finds himself more than comfortable with a new group of friends