there’s a thousand things i’ve wanted to say (but i’ve never been brave, no i’ve never been brave)

He'd cried for days when the Cal’s had moved out of the flat. He still cried about it now, especially on the bad nights. The nights when the dark was too dark and the cold was biting and the night harboured demons and devils that sunk their talons into Harry’s skin and tore away at his existence, revealing his lonely, beating heart for the world to see with crimson spilling from the gaping cavity on his chest.

Only no one saw it.

***OR:

The one where Harry is having a hard time and the Sidemen are pretty useless.Enter Arthur Hill and his flatmates.