Sisters

Chapter 18

Daniella's POV:

I groan, waking up to a pounding headache. I slowly open my eyes, instantly regretting it as I see the bright ceiling lights of the hospital.

Wonderful. Those idiots brought me back.

Wait. They brought me back by drugging me - which means that they're just like him. They're gonna hurt me like he did too. What if they do everything he did? 

As my thoughts start to spiral into a hurricane, I feel it getting harder to breathe. I try to move my hands to my chest, to try and calm my heartbeat, but I can't move them. This forces me to look down at my hands - 

I'm handcuffed to the bed. Again.

They've drugged me and restrained me. Now they're just going to hurt me too. I can't go through it all again. 

It gets harder and harder to breathe. Or think. 

I'm falling into my own thoughts. The ones I've kept locked up for so long. And I'm alone now. Again.

And then the door opens, sending another pang of anxiety into me. 

I can't breathe.

Harry's POV:

I walk towards Daniella's room, knowing she's going to be up anytime soon. I don't want her to be alone when she wakes up. She deserves an explanation.

All the boys freaked out at Zayn last night for drugging her, but he kinda did the right thing. I just wish it didn't have to happen.

But the handcuffs are a bit much. I mean, yes, she ran away last time, but I hate the protocol anyways. She's not a freaking inmate. She's a patient; at a hospital.

I open the door, expecting to see her asleep, but instead finding her in the middle of a panic attack.

Crap.

I run towards her bed, immediately regretting the decision when she tries to jump away from me, only getting pulled back by her handcuffed wrist. 

"Calm down, love. It's just me," I tell her slowly, removing the handcuff from her wrist. I see a big bruise on her wrist; she must have tried yanking it off. 

The moment it's off of her, she moves away from me, almost falling off the bed as she covers herself with the blanket and moves to the corner of the room. 

She's shaking so hard that the blanket almost falls off her too. Why the hell is she so scared?

"Daniella," I tell her softly from my spot, not wanting to move and scare her even more. "Put your head between your knees, love. It'll help, I promise," I tell her gently.

I watch as she slowly slides down to the floor, he fear-filled eyes never leaving me. "Between your knees, love," I tell her again, noticing her hesitation to move into such a vulnerable position.

"I promise I won't move. Relax, darling. Breathe." I tell her.

She finally listens to me; I watch as her body stops trembling and her breathing stables before speaking up again. 

"Are you alright," I ask her quietly, trying to understand what could make her freak out this much. 

Daniella's POV:

"You drugged me," I whisper, looking up at him with my teary eyes.

Why the hell am I crying? I'm supposed to be strong. I'm supposed to show him that he can't hurt me. 

"I'm so sorry about that, love. It's protocol for a resisting patient, and we're all worried about you. I know you're scared and freaked out right now, but why don't we have a seat and just talk about everything, alright? Or if you want to talk and you just want me to listen, that's fine too," He tells me, sitting down on the chair next to the bed and patting the bed for me to come up there. 

"Whatever you want to do," he says again.

"I want to leave," I whisper, tears starting to fall from my eyes. "I just want to be left alone at home."

He sighs, "You know I can't do that." 

"Please," I choke out, my tears starting to flow more freely. 

"Ok, calm down, love," he says gently, worry crossing his features as he notices my anxiety go up again. "Why don't we go for a short walk, hmm? I think that might help you calm down a little."

I nod my head, knowing that fresh air always helps me breathe a little easier when I get like this. He gets up slowly, still keeping a cautious distance from me to ensure that I don't panic. I really appreciate it, but I'm too scared to say anything.

We walk past the busy nurses station, thankfully not being questioned by any of the doctors or nurses that see me. It's probably because he's with me, but nonetheless, I'm grateful for it 'cause I know I'll freak out if anyone stops me right now.

When we're finally outside, Harry leads us to some benches that are shaded from the rising sun, behind a cluster of trees. I take the farthest seat from him, focusing on the birds chirping, the sound of the cars and people in New York, and just breathing in the smell of fresh grass.

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A/N: Hello lovelies!

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