SIMON'S POV:
The boys told me what happened with Harry, and I felt awful. If I had just kept my mouth closed that wouldn't have happened, I'm such a bad friend. It was the next day now, and we were all sat around the kitchen counter. Harry had his head in his hands, and his hood was up, just as usual. When he came down we could all tell he had been crying, but we did nothing, not because we didn't care, but just because we didn't know what we should do. He wasn't speaking to us, and he wasn't listening to us either. I looked towards Ethan, and it was like he hadn't slept. There were deep bags under his eyes, and he seemed pale, but then again, most of us looked like that now. I sent him a text, not wanting to disturb the silence of the room.
You okay?
9:46am
Yeah.
9:46am
He replied almost immediately. It was a blunt answer, but at least it was an answer. I looked over to him again, but he didn't notice.
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You're Shit At Lying
Fanfiction"Harry, how long are you just gonna pretend that your okay? We can all see it. Your not okay. Just speak to us, please?" "I'm absolutely fine Simon, what are you talking about? Why wouldn't I be okay?" "Your shit at lying Harry" Asking for help can...
