H A R R Y always felt like he and his lover were being watched. he had seen the man in a suit on the plane that one day. ever since then, he saw the man too much.
it started out as a once or twice every few weeks. then it progressed to several times every couple weeks. by the time it was a couple times a week, harry had begun to get very scared.
harry kept his head down whenever he was out in public. simon hadn't noticed the man since that day on the plane.
now harold saw the man everyday. when simon would want to leave the house, harry would say he didn't feel well. simon didn't necessarily believe it, but he didn't want to make harry angry. so he let it go.
the small boy was scared to go outside. for he was being stalked, and it was becoming physical. he would find things not how he left them. there would be notes hidden in places only he would find.
he didn't feel safe in his own home. and simon had no idea why.
"baby, what's wrong?"
"n-nothing. i'm fine."
"don't lie to me. i just want to try and help you feel better.."
"i'm fine."
with that, simon would go to sleep next to a restless harry.
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roses laid upon the bed | minishaw short story
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