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simon pov
i knocked on the ethan's door; my hand shaking with the bottle in the other.
"simon!" ethan exclaimed at he welcomed me into his home. that's weird. i haven't heard anyone shout my name like that since jj went. it reminded me of him. made me feel somewhat warm inside.

tobi pov
simon had arrived. i hadn't spoken to him since that phone call. he knows i know. that's what makes it so awkward. i stood up as he walked in and... hugged him?
i don't know what came over me. i guess i realised that life's too short to not show the ones you love how much they mean to you. you never know what they're thinking.

vik pov
i'm so glad none of them know what i'm thinking. because right now i'm thinking about how that large knife on ethan's kitchen counter could accidentally slip and land right in my chest. sigh i hate my life. i hate these thoughts. i don't want to die, yet i can't help but fantasies about it.

ethan pov
i feel like all the boys have settled down and we feel more comfortable with each other. sure it was a little strange at first, only having four instead of seven gathered in my living room, but it was still great. but i can feel this tension between tobi and simon. they keep giving each other looks and it's making me slightly uncomfortable and nervous.

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