Fourteen

                                    

                                          

Harry's Pov
                          
We never made it to the shops. Nope we needed to do a complete U turn and get home quick since my hand was beginning to feel like it had been shattered as the seconds passed. Honestly like someone had taken my hand and smashed it into a glass window. Perhaps it's broken, I almost hope it is because that's what I deserve for ruining everything. It's the least I deserve. The pain my hand was causing me had kept me so distracted from what was going on I hadn't even realised I was now sitting in the kitchen, JJ wrapped my hand up in a bandage. "There that should do it!" He smiled "it's going to be badly bruised and hurting for awhile bog, maybe you should go and rest ay?"
I still thought it was broken but I didn't want to disrupt his day any further so I just complied and went upstairs to 'bed' but what I really did was walk into Simon's room, I think it's time we talked.
                          
Simon's Pov
                          
Harry startled me when he barged into my room which caused me to jump and spill my coffee over the book I was reading. "Shit I'm sorry Si I should've knocked I should ha—"
I looked towards him as he spoke and immediately noticed his hand wrapped in a bandage and interrupted him "Harry! Your hand!" 
He looked down and grimaced at it, clenching his teeth, "it's nothing!"
Did he really expect me to buy that?
"Harry." I placed my book and my cup of; now half empty, coffee onto my bedside table and turned back to face him while patting my hand on the bed to signal that he was welcome to sit down. He didn't sit "I don't want to bother you I just well I don't know why I came in here I'm sorry for interrupting." He tried to leave but I jumped up out of bed and grabbed his good hand, spinning him round to face me. "Harry," I said again "talk to me."
Harry's eyes begun to water as he opened his mouth to speak "it..hurts."
"Your hand?" Though whoever bandaged it up did a pretty decent job I could see blood starting to seep out at the edges meaning it was clearly somewhat fresh, I wouldn't be surprised if it was hurting. 
Harry closed his eyes and let out a huge sigh "everything."
"Everything hurts?"
"Being alive hurts Simon, being alive hurts me."
"Do you want to die?"
Harry shook his head, "I don't know what I want."
I smiled, because he hadn't said outright he wanted to die "I know what I want," I replied.
"What?" He looked confused.
"To help you."
"Oh."
"Will you let me help you Harry?"
                          
There was a long pause before he nodded, still with tears in his eyes and said "I suppose it won't hurt to try."
                          
Harry's Pov
                          
I don't know how he does it. Simon. He had the ability to make shit things seem less shit or at-least distract me from the load of shit. Somehow he could calm me down within minutes, convince me to talk about things. Things I would rather keep to myself but are healthier said out loud you know in the scheme of things.  "First things first we are taking you to the hospital because that hand does not look like it's healing well Bog," he frowned "My cats broken down at the moment so we will have to ask one of the other guys if they can take us."
Shit shit shit I thought oh my god I'm always interrupting and bothering everyone as it is but Simon stopped my thoughts in their tracks "I know what you're thinking but Harry seriously we are all happy to help even in the slightest and I know Ethans not busy so he won't have a problem with taking us there don't worry!"
I smiled. How does he do it?


                          
IM so sorry I haven't updated in so long, truth be told I genuinely just forgot oops but I should be updating regularly from now on!! Thank you for reading I really appreciate it xx