15. (Jackson's POV)

                                    

                                          
I walk the early morning streets with Harry close behind me.
I'd always had a special spot for the young boy. The way he could make anyone smile or laugh. The intensity in which he loved his friends...Louis. He was simply one of the kindest souls in the world. He was also a martyr of sorts. He held in all his emotions like a volcano. He was bound to burst eventually. 
"Yesterday when I was driving around I found so many interesting spots." I turn my gead and see his nervousness. "Relax Harry. I'm only taking you to the park."
Well...kind of. 
It's more of a secluded area behind the park. Harry is walking silently next to me. I sigh and run my hand through my hair. I used to be him. I used to be just like him. I kept everything from Gaby. The worst part was that I did it all because I thought I was protecting her. If she didn't know anything that hurt me then she wouldn't be hurt. I was wrong. Secrets kill. The more I kept from her the more arguments we had when she found out. It almost broke our relationship until her brother did for me what I'm going to do for Harry.
He pushed the volcano to erupt.
"Harry." I stop in the middle of the field. "You need to get it out."
"Get what out?" He said. His voice shaking. 
I sigh and pace in front of him. "I used to be you Harry. Submissive. Strong. Hurt. Weak. Vulnerable. Angry. And I never let people see any of it. I need you to let out the hurt. Hell any emotion really."
"I don't know what you're talking about." He turns to leave but I grab his wrist.
I turn him around roughly and he stumbles a bit. "Come on Harry. Let it out."
He shakes his head. "I'm leaving."
I cut him off. He tries to get around me but I'm constantly blocking him. He narrows his eyes at me and tries again. I shake my head. "Make me move Harry."
"Jackson stop."
"Jackson stop." I mock his voice.
This may seem mean but he needs to let it out. Once he does it'll be easier for him to talk about things. He just needs to be pushed. People have always protected him. Louis has always protected him.
"Jackson."
"Jackson." I mock again.
He rolls his eyes and his hands are fisted at his sides. Good. A start.
"Come on Harry." I challenge him.
He shakes his head. "I want to leave." He pulls out his phone and I see him go to Louis name.
I grab it and lock it tossing it on the ground. I don't know if he made the call but I don't care right now honestly. "Louis won't come to save you this time."
He nods. "He'll come."
I close my eyes. I can't look at him when I say this. "Widdle baby wants his boyfriend eh?"
I stumble backwards. My eyes pop open and his hands are going back down to his side. He shoved me. 
"Struck a nerve didn't I?" I step back towards him. "I see it Harry. It's right there. The emotions you so desperately want to let out. Take it out on me. Let me be the punching bag."
"I'm fine."
I shake my head. "You're not. You're lying and one day it's going to catch up to you. Maybe not today or tomorrow or next week or next year but one day it will."
"It won't." He walks past me.
"It will. He will leave because of it too." He stops. He turns to look at me and I see the fire of the volcano. "You know I'm right. How long will he stay with someone who can't open up?"