[1/3] NEVER LEAVE ME│s.m

seven

"Thank the heavens you're alright," he chuckles into my shoulder, kissing it. "Where's Levi?" he asks as he breaks away from me, spinning in a circle to find him.

"He's no longer apart of my life," I reply, wincing at my words.

"What? What's happened?" Harry frantically questions, concern written across his face.

"He cheated on her," Simon bluntly responds, his arms crossed over his chest.

Harry's eyes widen in shock, pain expressed on his face. "No, he hasn't-" He slaps himself in the face, then ruffles his hair.

"Harry, it's alright," I say, reaching out for him.

Harry set me up with Levi because both of them used to be very close, but separated once Levi became a troublemaker. Harry wanted him back as his best mate, thinking that having him go out with me would work everything out.

And everything was working out- or so I thought. Now that I knew I was cheated on numerous times in our relationship, I find that he will never change.

Harry lost everything when he set me up with Levi. He still couldn't gain his friendship back, and had given up his crush, who also had a crush on him, to a douchebag.

"I'm really sorry," he mumbles to me.

"It's alright, Hazza," I giggle.

His eyes brighten at the sight of my smile, and I feel my stomach flip.

"I haven't seen you in awhile," I blurt towards Harry.

"Yeah, I'm sorry about that," he sighs his reply while scratching the back of his neck.

"Don't let it happen again," I jokingly scold him. We stare at each other for some time, just soaking in the other's presence.

"Ahem," Josh coughs. I look over at him, and notice he's directing his eyes at Simon.

I take a quick glance at the blonde, my stomach dropping at his upset expression.

"I'm gonna see when we can get you out of here and go back to the Sidemen house," Simon mumbles, standing on his feet and walking out.

"I'll go with him," JJ says, following Simon.

"Did I do something?" I ask Josh.

"I don't think so," he shrugs. I nod my head slowly and press my lips together.

"Wait, you're going back to the Sidemen house?" Harry asks. "Is that where you're staying?"

"Yes," I reply, picking at my finger nails.

"What has your dad done?" he bluntly asks, sitting beside my legs on the bed.

"Nothing, I just wanted to spend some time with my friends," I tell him. I hated lying to people, but Harry could get massively protective about me at times. You never knew when he would break.

"You're not lying to me?" he interrogates, raising an eyebrow.

Not fully, I thought to myself. "Of course not," I answer, faking a smile. He doesn't look like he believes me, but he knows better than to push for the truth.

"So, Sazza, I know it's been awhile, but you can always come to my place if you need or want to," Harry smiles, placing a hand on my thigh.

"I'll keep that in mind. Thank you," I reply softly.

"She should be fine with us," Josh jumps in, crossing his arms over his chest in an angered manner.

"I know, I was just offering," Harry innocently responds.

Ethan chimes in, "If she isn't fine with them, she can come 'round mine or Tobi's as well."

Harry stands, clearly upset that they're making him to be a bad guy. "Why can't she stay at mine?" he bursts, throwing his arms outward.

"We wouldn't want you to set her up with another one of your old troublemaker friends from school," Ethan shrugs.

Harry speaks up, "Look, I apologize for doing such a stupid move, but-"

Josh steps up, "You shouldn't be apologizing to us." Harry spins to look at me with sorrowful eyes, then storms out of the room.

"You guys, take it easy on him! It wasn't his fault," I scold at the two idiots.

"Don't be so naive about who's at fault, Sage," Josh softly replies before stepping out of the room as well. Ethan follows, his head hung.

"I'm sorry about them," Vik frowns, sitting in the spot Simon was sat in earlier.

"You don't need to be," I quietly reply, setting my hands in my lap. I trace my eyes along the lines on my hand, moving my head in a slow and small figure eight.

"Just don't listen to them," Tobi says, sitting on the other side of me.

"Harry seriously isn't at fault!" I shout in anger, leaning my head back into the headboard of the hospital bed and placing my hands over my face. I sigh in agony, praying they could all just make up.

"Let's get you packed up," Simon says as he walks through my doorway. Tobi gives Vik a look, and they both leave. I nod my head as I understand what their intentions are.

I stand, my legs wobbling slightly, and walk over to where Simon is packing up everyone's laptop, chargers, etc.

I make him jump as I place a hand on his back, his body standing straight and whipping around all at once.

"You aren't supposed to be standing quite yet!" he exclaims. He wraps an arm around my waist and helps me back to my bed, laying me down. "Stay here, alright?" he orders, moving away from me.

"Why do you hate Harry?" I bluntly ask. He stops in his tracks, turning back to me.

"I-I don't hate Harry," he defends, but his tone says otherwise.

"I think you do, Simon," I reply with a sensible volume. "So, why do you?"

He runs a hand through his hair, spiking it up before matting it back down. "He's just put you in a horrible situation is all."

"Why do you care so much about me that you're putting your guys' friendship on the line?"

"Don't be so naive, Sage."

"I'm not! Why does everyone keep saying that to me!" I shout angrily, referring to Josh's earlier comment and my father's numerous accusations in the past.

"Because I bloody care about you more than anybody else!" he yells. I stop, my eyelids not moving as well as my breathing and heart rate decreasing. "You're my best friend," he mumbles. "If something happens to you, it has a huge effect on me. If you're not happy, then I'm not."

"But I am happy, Si. Harry made me happy again!" I add a lighter tone in my voice to hopefully dry up the harsh tension in this room.

I notice his nostrils flare and jaw line tighten as I mention Harry making me happy. "Well, I'm glad he can do that for you," he says with no emotion. He throws two overfilled backpacks over his shoulders and trudges out of the room.

"Simon!" I call out. He doesn't come back, my arm outstretched for the longest time. I wanted him to come back in and grab hold of my hand, squeezing it tight, as if to say I'm not going anywhere. But he never did.