Harry's POV
"Harry don't act like this please" I hear Simon tell me, I hear his voice shaking.
"why the hell not" I growled at him, and I just turn around and I'm going to walk out off the living room, I don't want to talk to him, I don't want him to touch me, I don't even want him in this flat right now, I do blame him for everything and even if I deep down know that it's not his fault, I can't help but feel that way, I feel so lost I just want my kid back, I know he is alive and I heard him laugh. I just can't do this
"Harry don't walk away from me, you can't just ignore what is happening here, we need to talk about this"
"I don't want to talk to you!" I tell him as I turn around again
"why not, why don't you want to talk to me"
"because I can't look at you right now"
"why? what did I do?"
"you had to go to the police in the first place, why could you not just have quit and never had to see them again, why did you have to turn them in, my kid is missing because off this mess that you put us in, my kid might never come back to me."
"to us, Harry, he is our kid"
"he might have your last name, but he is my kid, I'm his father" I whisper, but I know Simon heard me, and I know I hurt him, I know I'm hurting him, and I know I'm being horrible to him, I can see it in the way he is standing, and I know he is about to cry as well, I know I should not say stuff like that to him, but I need him to hurt as much as he has hurt me.
"why would you say that?" he asks me after we stand there silent for a while, he has started crying and I have as well, I can't do this anymore, I feel myself going into a panic, I've been bottling it up for so long, but the stress is getting to me hard and I can feel myself start to breath heavy and I start to see stars, I just grab on to the wall as I try to calm myself down, but nothing works
"I.. I don't'" I start before I just start shaking and I can feel a hand on my back and another one goes over my shoulder
"Harry, breath, take slow deep breaths" Simon tells me as he tries to get me to walk to the sofa, but I still don't want him to touch me so I try to shake him off, but the backness is starting to take over my vision and I end up falling down on the floor
"Harry" I hear two faint voices call my name before I pass out.
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Conor Lewis-Minter (Minishaw)
FanfictionHe is the person that is the most important to me, I can't live without him, but what if I have to, how will I cope? Sequel to Faded (read that first!!! very important!!)
