HARRY'S POV:
Everyone had gone out, and I convinced them to let me stay here, alone. It's been a while since that's happened, they've been dragging me along everywhere with them, too scared to let me out of their sight. It felt good to be alone for once, though I still have that lingering feeling, and it won't go away. I haven't cut for four days, I was trying to prove a point. I overheard them talking, saying I "need professional help" and that I "cant keep going like this." It's such bullshit, but honestly, they're wrong. I don't need to do anything like that, I could easily stop. Not that I want to stop, not right now. I don't want to stop.
It'd been about an hour, and all I'd done was sit on my bed, with my head in my hands. With nothing else to do, I decided to write, thinking it should help to pass the time.
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You're Shit At Lying
Fanfiction"Harry, how long are you just gonna pretend that your okay? We can all see it. Your not okay. Just speak to us, please?" "I'm absolutely fine Simon, what are you talking about? Why wouldn't I be okay?" "Your shit at lying Harry" Asking for help can...
