"Hold me tight, in your arms," Jachary...

Chapter 7

Zach

      We stayed up in the bedroom for a little bit, just sitting on the bed, not doing anything, besides sitting and staring. 

      I stare at my cut wrist. "Why did I have to do this?" I asked myself, but Jack could hear me.

      "You are scared, if I could help, I would baby boy, but I don't know what to do," He said, staring into my eyes and I blushed.

      "Nothing can help. Everyone hates me because I am gay. I get messages that I read over and over again, and I think they are telling me to do something, to kill myself." I haven't been this detailed with Jack since a few months ago. I sighed. "I'm sorry, Jack," 

      Jack brought me into his loving arms, and held me close. I snuggled against his chest, pulling him and I closer together. He kissed my forehead. We never really kissed each other, not on the cheeks, forehead, no where to guess, but we were both getting really clingy to each other, liking our emotions that were flowing through our bodies. 

Jack

      His heart wasn't beating really quickly, it was a calm pace, that made me smile. I bit my lip, holding back on what I wanted to say/do. I started to sing a song to him, just quiet for him to barely understand. Some words were a hum, some were loud enough to hear outside the door, and some to where only us 2 could hear. He smiled into my chest, which made me smile, without showing the whole smile. He looked up to me as I almost finished and said, "Will you help me?" 

      I felt blessed to hear those words. "Of course I will, but I was going to without you even asking," I said, smiling and staring into his eyes. I whispered something to myself. Stay with him, he needs you, never leave his side. I repeated this to myself a few times and Zach asked what I was saying. I didn't respond, only with a smile. He snuggled back into my arms and chest. Then he suddenly became heavier, he had fallen asleep. I was going to let him sleep for about an hour before waking him back up. 

      His phone kept going off constantly. It was labeled as Haters, in bold letters. It was a combination of messages from Instagram, Snapchat and anything else that was just blowing up his phone. I clicked on the ones that were mostly the worst, Instagram Haters.

Hater #8 : Go fucking kill yourself. You and that Jack Avery were never meant to be.

      I thought to myself, that one wasn't as bad as the others that I had read.

Hater #1 : I see you fell asleep in Jack's arms. Was it warm? Were you comfortable? You won't be once you read my other messages that are waiting to be sent. 

      I was in shock. I ran to the window and looked out, nothing. I felt the phone go off in my hand.

Hater #1 : GET OFF HIS PHONE, Jack...

      I dropped the phone and...

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A/N

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