Over again

“claire bear” harry nearly screams as he opens the door. “good to see your back and alive” he can tell I don't want to talk about my time away and he looks away and guides me inside.

Me and harry have been best friends since as long as I can remember, his home has always been a home away from my fucked up one, the first time I told him about the way I feel about life he cried with me, that was almost a year ago now.

it’s been nearly a week since i’ve been back and i feel much better but i still don’t want to talk about it, not yet at least, i’m trying to stay positive this time I really am, so I want to forget all about it. For now at least.

Harry guides me upstairs and sits me on his bed he then sots down next to me, he’s nervous I can tell, I don’t understand why though he’s been through this cycle before and handeled it perfectly fine. “want me to play music” his voice comes out shaky. God, why is he so nervous, it’s not like i’m going to kill myself right here right now,plus He knows im going to stay positive this time.