IN TOO DEEP│minizerk

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"Wake the hell up, Joshua," I heard Harry shout as he flew into the guest room, where I was staying until I felt ready to be at home again.

"Harold, I will cut you," I threaten as I fling the sheets over my face to shield the sudden flash of sunlight from my tired eyes.

"I've allowed you to sleep here for a week," he sighs. "It's time you go home."

"Harry, please," I whimper as I sit up. I stare at him as he stands by the window. He frowns as he sees how sad I still was, rolling his eyes eventually.

"No, Josh. You're not doing this again," he huffs. "You're fine, okay? Just get some goddamn oxygen in your brain and you'll feel better, man."

I let out a deep exhale, keeping in mind Harry never understood depression. He thinks it's the easiest thing to snap out of it. I have to admit, he can be very ignorant. But I still enjoy his company.

"Okay, alright," I reply, standing from the bed. "I'll go home."

"Don't you dare run to Freya either," he mutters.

"I won't," I scoff as I grab my backpack and sling it over my shoulder. "Have a wonderful week, cunt!" I call out as I press my hand on the door handle.

"Bye, Josh," Vik smiles, rubbing his eyes as he continues to walk to the kitchen. Probably on his way to the cereal cupboard.

"Adios, Vik," I reply, exiting the flat. My depression weighed down on my chest once again as I shut the main entrance to the building. While calling for a taxi, I realized I was still in my sleeping attire.

"Josh?" I heard a man call. I turn around, my stomach dropping as I saw JJ.

"No," I whispered as he jogged toward me.

"Need a ride?" he asked with a smile. I didn't smile back, but took him up on his offer. "Where's your boyfriend?" he questioned as I buckled the seatbelt across my front.

I remained silent, making JJ turn the volume of his radio to a proper ear shattering height.

"Can you turn that down?" I had shouted, making him angry. He did as told though, glaring at the road ahead. I gulped, sinking in my seat. In this moment, I remembered a story Simon had told me about JJ.

"One night, I angered him-"

"What'd you do?"

"I told him to stop rapping so loud because I had tons of work to get done and couldn't focus."

"How could he get mad at that?"

"You never talk to JJ about music unless it's something positive. Especially about his music."

"So what happened?"

"He laughed and continued to rap. I scoffed, grabbing all of my work after deciding working in the office in his house would work best."

"So you went to his office and a happy ending, right?"

"No, Josh. As soon as I stood up, JJ scolded me and told me to sit back down. The whole time, he thought I was hating on his rapping, but I really wasn't. Out of anger, he cussed me out."

"That's it then?"

"I gathered my shit and threw it in my bag. I tried to leave his house, but he locked the door on me and pushed me against a wall. I told him to knock it off and let me leave. He said that wasn't acceptable."

"I don't get why he'd be so bothered by you asking him to tone it down."

"It's JJ," Simon had sighed. "And he was wasted off his ass."

"So... what happened next?"

"I spat in his face," Simon chuckled.

"Oh God," I whimpered.

"He punched me straight in the nose," I cringed, "then literally kicked me out of his house. The worst part was I had dropped my bag when he shoved me against the wall and didn't get it back until a week later, when JJ apologized."

"It took him a week to apologize?"

"He didn't want to believe he was in the wrong."

"But you weren't in the wrong, so who was then."

"Like I said, he thought I was hating on his rap. I was the only person that supported him, and he feared losing that, so he got super touchy with it all."

"Still, you weren't in the wrong."

"But I was."