Bonfire

1. The First Story

"Hey, good to see you again, how are you?"
"I'm okay... I guess, it was a rough day, as always, but when I see you guys I can't just not smile" Harry anwseres with a hint of sarcasm, looking at his friends. The five friends sat around a bonfire in the middle of the park, protected by a large tree, spending them some Windbreak.
For people, who didn't know the group it must have looked very strange. Four barely clothed guys, wrapped in thin blankets with one who looked like he jumped right out of a James Bond thriller. Yes Harry, said James bond, dressed quite well, to well for this area of the city. Who ever saw him wouldn't think his best friends were homelesses, or that he actually enjoyed sitting with them in the coldest night, only warmth coming from the bonfire in thier middle.

"that doesn't sound to convinced lad." a smaller, more blonde boy sayed, sinking further into his blanket while he spoke.
"Niall, I'm okay." Harry said again trying to sound more sincerely. It was clear he didn't wanted anyone to question his well being further. He was okay. He had to be okay.

"Calm down curly. We are just worried." A taller brunette, sitting behind Niall sayed protectively wrapping his arm around Niall.
Harry brought his head down, clearing his mind.

"I'm sorry Ni. I'm just a little bit stressed lately." The curly head admitted, looking up into the blue eyes of the Irish boy. "No reason to be a meanie.." he mumbled cutely.
" it's okay Haz, really." another voice spoke. Louis, which was the guys name sat beside Harry, enjoying the little warmth the taller boy gave him, even though he was still cold.

"Harry didn't mean to hurt you niall, don't you understand, he never does. Harry is good, Harry doesn't hurt you on purpose like bad people do." Louis explained. The blonde nodded, trying to understand Louis words. He was by far the youngest of them, there were a time we're Harry tryed to call child services cause niall looked like he was barely over fifteen, turned out he was actually nineteen. The other tall brunette, sitting on the opposite of Harry was nervously scratching his wrist now, shivering with the cold wind suddenly appearing around them.
"Hey Liam, how is your cut by the way?" Harry asked, trying to change the subject. The tall brunette boy who's name was Liam lifted an eyebrow in confusion. "My what?"
"The cut... On your wrist... You told me about it last week when I ask you what it was .." Harry explained, nodding in the direction of liams hands, which were now protectively wrapped into each other, still showing the white bandages around them, only covering half of the wound.
"Oh.." liam turned his head down, looking at the deep cut in this wrist.
He then  turned his gaze to the side hopeing to get some kind of support from his mates.
"Yeah its better." he lied. Niall, who was still laying in the safety of his arms snuggled closer to him. "Lili but you told me you cut yourself?" the blond asked making Harry's eyes go wide and his heart ache.
"W-what?" Niall asked, innocent as he was, not understanding why everybody was suddenly looking at him.
"You shouldn't do that Liam." Harry said automatically scratching his own wrists, were, a lot of angry red lines painted his skin as well.
"If you feel the need to harm your self, you need to get help. You don't deserve this." the curly head said looking into Liams eyes.
"sometimes it just gets to much. Sometimes I don't want to be strong anymore. Sometimes I just want to rest my mind and this helps. It seems to help at least.

I know, I was wrong, it didn't help,
it was an addiction.
I was wrong.

Yes I shouldn't have cut, just like you should get help Harry. It's still time."