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"nurse! nurse! we need a nurse over here, right now! anyone! nurse!" i hear a sickly sweet voice screaming a few feet away from me. there's a constant clattering of lord knows what, and a simultaneous beep, beep, beep right over my head. i hear laboured screams of women and a concentrated, putrid smell of detergent assaults my nostrils from all possible angles.

'is this heaven?' i think to myself.

all of a sudden, rough flesh starts to touch every inch of my skin - they're unbelievably rough. jesus?

so they aren't harry's. wait. harry.

where's harry?!

my eyelids shoot open, only to make my eyes meet the bloodshot ones of a weary woman - my mother. what was she doing here? why am i chained to the bed? why am i on a bed? this place was supposed to be away from all of these people. reality struck me, and i let out a terrible, hair raising yell. "where's my harry! what did you do to him! bring him here! i want him here! i said bring! him! here!"

two firm hands grip my shoulders, and in a matter of a few seconds, i am once again pinned to the mattress. the clock reads three forty - eight. harry was with me just a while back. where is he now? my heart now pounded in my chest like an african drum, adrenaline reaching it's top peak. i felt myself fuming at the mouth, self loathe once again. did harry leave me?

"where is he?!" i demanded. the air was hot. hot enough to send shivers down my spine.

"w-who-who do you mean, honey?" my mother asks through muffled sobs that now echoed the room.

"who?! don't bullshit me! where the fuck is harry?!!" anger surged. my mother now approached me with quivering lips trembling like leaves on a windy day. she looked miserable. she looked sorry. fuck her. i want harry.

"louis, calm-calm down, honey. it's alright." she attempts to soothe me, a hand reaching out. i don't let her.

"why won't you fucking tell me where my harry is?! tell me. tell me mum! i have to know!"