Hide and Seek h.s

Chapter 14

Bethan's pov

After trying to fall asleep I knew I couldn't. Insomnia was a bitch.

I then did the 'hug and roll' technique I learnt on Friends to gently push Harry off while I went to make myself a drink.

I wasn't quite sure if Harry wanted me to help him or not but either way I was going to try.

I got my drink and walked back up the stairs. I froze when I heard whimpering and then ran into my room where Harry was sitting upright in my bed with tears running down his face.

"Harry?! What happened?" I ask frantically, running towards him. I put my drink on the beside table and wrapped my arms around Harry's shaking body while his hugged back and sniffed. His breathing was shaky.

"I- I had a n-nightmare and woke up a-and you were gone. Do you h-hate me?" he asked, staring up at me with uncertainty.

"Of course not Harry! I was just getting a drink. Do you want a drink?" I ask and he nods.

I get up to get a drink and he grabs my hand.

"C-can I come with you?" he asks shyly.

"Yeah, of course." I say and entwine out fingers.

We walk downstairs in silence. We walk into the kitchen and Harry takes a seat.

"Are you okay Harry? Do you want to talk about the dream?" I ask, trying not to be too nosy.

"N-no" he says quietly.

"Okay, that's fine."

"Bethan, I should probably go now. My mother is going to kill me." He says, and stands up.

"Harry, it's dark. You can stay here tonight if you want." I offer.

"I would love to, but I can't" he sighs.

"Why can't you? I'll let you call your mum. You can borrow my phone."

"No, you don't understand!" he shouts and runs to the door.

"Okay, but just be careful. You don't know who could be out there." I say.

"I'm not a baby!" he snaps and I flinch. He seriously has more mood swings than a pregnant lady.

"I know that Harry. I just want you to be safe!" I snap back.

"No you don't, no one does."

"Yes they do-"

"No! They don't!"

He shouts and runs out the door.

I needed to get to the bottom of what's wrong with Harry. Then maybe I can help him. I know it's not really my place but, everyone deserved to feel better and I want to contribute to that in any way.

Harry probably has some sort of mental illness. A lot of rumours have been spread, maybe that's why he has no friends.

Also his mother. Why was she the way she is with Harry?

I sigh and walk back to bed with a mind full of confused thoughts.

A/N - heyyyy, sorry that took ages! I just couldn't think. It was shitty so sorry for that too :)

After my 'break' I have come up with a lot of ideas for this story.

Thanks for reading. Sorry for any sneaky typos (I call them sneaky when they're probably really obvious)

Ily!

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- Diana x