𝐻𝑖𝑠 𝑐𝑢𝑟𝑠𝑒, 𝐻𝑖𝑠 𝑑𝑖𝑠𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑒

~"Oh you know... just in the middle of bawling my eyes out..."~

H A R R I S O N

I was at work, finishing some paper work when I got a call. I picked up my phone, Grace's number popping up. I smiled as I answered, "Hello?"

"Hey honey, Cooper has been sent some early and I was wondering if you could go home and check on him? Damian found him passed out in the janitors closet... god knows what that boy was doing..." She muttered, Cooper had been a real stress for her lately, I felt quite bad for her but I felt like there was something Cooper wasn't saying...

"Of course, I'll head over now, is he there?"

"Yeah, he will probably be in his room when you get there." She said, she ended the call as I stood up and gathered my things. I left the building, finding my car before starting to drive home.

I pulled into the garage, switched the car off and made my way inside. It was fairly quiet when I walked inside, but I could hear something coming from upstairs... crying?

"Cooper?" I asked when I opened his bedroom door, he was sitting on the bed, holding his head in his hands while Damian sat next to him. "Hey Harrison." He said, turning my way and sent me a smile. "Are you okay?"

"Oh you know... just in the middle of bawling my eyes out..." He said, wiping his eyes before flopping back on the bed. Damian just sat beside Cooper, not exactly doing anything but it seemed to be enough for Cooper. "Hey Harrison, do you know any way to get... I dunno... ink? Out of my eyes?" He asked, causing me to raise an eyebrow.

"Why do you have ink in your eye?"

"Someone spilt some on me, it went all over me but I got most of it out... it's still in my eyes though and it really hurts." He replied, sitting up as he started to rub his eyes. Damian grabbed his hands, pulling them away from his eyes. Cooper looked at Damian for a second, a smirk crawled over his face.

Cooper lent forward, lifting his knees up and rubbing his eyes like that. Damian shouted, pulling Cooper back and holding him in a tight hug so he couldn't move, Cooper only laughed.

"I'll go down to the pharmacy okay? I'll be back in about ten minutes."

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C O O P E R

Once Harrison was gone, Damian let me go. I stood up, making my way over to the balcony. Damian stood up, walking around my room like he's done before. "What actually happened after Ashton poured ink on you? I know you didn't just pass out in a locked Janitors closet." Damian said.

I pulled a cigarette out, placing it between my lips and lighting it. "Zeke." I muttered, Damian turned to me with an eye brow raised. "What?"

"Zeke hates me... more than usual actually... he's pissed he doesn't have that bitch to suck him off anymore... so he beat me up for it." I said with a laugh, Damian didn't laugh though. "What are you not telling me?"

"I already told you, he's pissed off about Stacey."

"That's not the full truth Cooper... I know it's not." Damian said, I felt proud and happy that he noticed, but I also felt scared that he could read me so easily, like an open book with big fat letters on it.

"Do you think I'm weak?" I asked, my eyes stinging as tears formed... it's the ink's fault... "Why are you asking me this? You know-"

"Just answer the question Damian! Do you think I'm weak?!"

"God no! Cooper you are the strongest person I know!" I shook my head, a few tears falling down my face as I took a drag of the cigarette. "I'm not strong Damian... I'm no where near it. I let people walk all over me, every single fucking day." I said, I felt Damian place his hand on my shoulder, turning me around to face him.

"Don't you dare fucking say that. Cooper, you are the strongest person I know, not physically, I won't lie a lot of people have far more muscle than you-" Damian said, I let out a small chuckle, causing him to smile as he continued. "But you are the strongest person I know, you've dealt with losing your family, to dealing with demons inside your head. You've dealt with being bullied to having the person you love walk away..."

"Just because you don't have muscles or a six pack doesn't mean you aren't strong. Every time someone has hurt you, you've always gotten back up, no matter what. Every time you get up, you get up stronger because you dealt with all the bullshit they throw at you! You are the strongest person I know. Someone once said 'The strongest people not those who show strength in front of us but those who win battles we know nothing about.' And I sure as hell know that you've fought so many battles, and every single time, you've beat it and got up to live till tomorrow. You are the strongest person I know."

Damian pulled me into a hug, his shirt effectively wiping away my silent tears. "God, I don't know what I'd do without you..." I muttered, Damian pulled back, flipping his imaginary hair. "Oh honey, you'd be completely broken without me." He said, I let out a laugh as I pulled him back into a hug.

"Now let go, all I can smell is that cigarette breath of yours!" Damian whined, pulling back as I chuckled. I took a drag of the cigarette, I blew harshly, the smoke hitting Damian in the face. He started coughing dramatically, holding a hand over his heart. "I'm dying!! I've been hit with the fatal smoke of the fire stick!! I'm dying." He shouted, flopping down onto my bed as he 'Died'.

I let out a chuckle as I threw the cigarette away, I walked over to my drawer and got my deodorant. I sprayed myself before walking over to Damian. "I shall revive you!!" I shouted as I sprayed Damian, he started coughing hysterically. "JESUS CHRIST THAT WENT IN MY FUCKING MOUTH!!!" He shouted, I barked out laughing as Damian ran into my bathroom to wash his mouth out.

I was practically crying when I heard him say "I feel like Satan just pissed in my mouth..." Eventually Damian came out, a foul look on his face though as he sat down on the bed. "I'm so fucking tempted right now to find your mom's deodorant and spray it down your throat."

"I'd like to see you try."