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Harry walked along the streets of Bangkok alongside his team. Josh was the host and had planned an elaborate program for the three. Once again Harry was on the bad team. At least he was with Vik though. Even if the team was not the issue, it was the city.
Sat at a bar, Harry was staring into nothingness, the noise of the loud music and talking of people blurring into one constant noise. He did occasionally took a sip of his drink but mostly stayed still.
The table under his arm was sticky, the lights blinded his eyes, the many smells of different spices, foods and sweaty people with perfumes and deos stung in his nostrils, and the noise drilled into his scull like a screwdriver. “You Alright Harry?” Vik asked, leaning away from the cameras, the blonde nodded in response, attempting to stay calm.
Not to long after that they went on. All of a sudden they were joined by a massive group of people, about 20 or so. All carrying their own smell, touching him on the shoukdet, shaking his hand. The touch burned. The crowd overwhelmed him. However with that large number no one noticed. So he stayed at the back, Vik next to him, holding his hand to ground the younger man.
He bit trough it, managing to get trough the night. Drowning his exhaustion and overstimulation in alcohol. A good beverage could always lower his anxiety and quiet down his mind. Alcohol made him feel numb when he felt his brain in his scull.
Back at the hostel however he was spent, his body was done. Masking all day and night, getting drunk of his tits, it exhausted him.
Harry dragged his body into the shared bathrooms of the place, brushing his teeth. The sensation of the toothbrush hairs scraping over his teeth was painful and the fluorescent light on the ceiling gave him a headache. He heard the hum of the electricity and the water sloshing in the pipes. Harry gripped the sink, the cold ceramic did nothing but string. It’s rough and cold surface felt like needles in his hands.
He spat the toothbrush out of his mouth, drinking some water to clear his mouth of the minty sting of the toothpaste. The water made things worse. His teeth may felt clean but he could still feel them. He felt the bones under his skin and the hair on top of it. He felt every single sensation like a lightning strike. It hurt, it all hurt so much.
He curled up into a ball on the tile floor, the cold tiles stinging and sending shivers over his back. Hot tears slid down his cheek, the wet feeling adding more to the sensory nightmare he was drowning in. His hands clenched into fists and banged on his knees over and over. Tears streaming down his face as he raked trough his hair, tugging harshly at it.
Right there Vik came in, having wondered where Harry was. He spotted the young blonde on the ground, right in the middle of a meltdown. He hurried over to the man in no time. “Harry” he tried to grab his shoulders, being swatted away. “Ok— no touch.” He mumbled out. At this point there was no point in asking Harry questions. He would simply not respond. Vik knew what was up and knew what to do— well, sort of knew.
“Ok, Harry. Mate, can you give me your hands or then place them on your knees but I need you to stop hitting yourself” he spoke with such a calmness in his voice. Harry did as asked though he just let his hands in the air. “Ok, good. Now breath with me” he said, attempting to sound as calm as possible. Vik took a big breath in, holding it before letting all the air out. Harry copied him. After a few breaths he calmed down, placing his hands in Vik‘s, searching for comfort. “Can you tell me what happened” he said, voice low. Harry’s eyes were squeezed shut so Vik got up quickly and flicked the light switch. “Sorry” he mumbled “Is alright Harry” Vik said “it’s not your fault” “should we get back” he added. “Can I sleep with you tonight” Harry asked, cringing a bit. He was 29 years old and cried at some lights and sound. He couldn’t sleep without either a cuddle or a stuffed animal. “Of course Harry.” Vik nodded, Helping Harry off the ground.
Back in the room the only noise was the soft snores of the other people. Vik crawled into his bed first, Harry getting in after him, curling up in his chest. “Good night Harry” he whispered, pressing a soft kiss into the messy blonde hair of his friend before slowly drifting off to sleep.