What the fuck is wrong with me?

Twelve

*mentions of self harm*
Harry's Pov

The next few days were as follows: receive tons of questions from the guys while obviously dodging them as much as possible, finding a place to self harm in secret and finally.. ending the night in bed with Simon. Nothing like that! Just strictly sleeping and hugging here and there. He hadn't left my side really which made me self harming without him knowing extremely difficult. Which is what he wanted I'm sure. That and the other guys constantly being around me meant I could barely catch a chance to breathe. Clearly I didn't mind cuddling up to Simon at night, but I didn't enjoy the questions that came with it. All like 'are you really okay?'
or something along the lines of 'you have stopped cutting haven't you?' I couldn't handle much more, it felt bad lying to him but I couldn't help it. I wish so badly that I could go back in time to before they all knew and change the events leading up to it, stop them from ever finding out. Alas that was impossible, still meant I was finding it hard to deal with though.

"Morning" JJ nodded to me over the breakfast counter. He'd been trying to get me out the house the past couple days so I was expecting today would be just the same. "Soooo..." he began, a big smile plastered on his face "what do you reckon? It doesn't have to be anything big I promise!" I could tell JJ was desperate for me to go out with him, he was up for trying anything to cheer me up. Honestly I was bored of him asking so agreed, reluctantly. Though I'd really rather not.
"We're only going Morrison's Jide."
"Of course!" I didn't think it was humanly possible for his smile to widen any more than it already was but he proved me wrong. "Whatever you want Harry, I'll grab my coat!" He jumped up and scurried off in the quest for his jacket.

God what have I gotten myself into now.