Until That Time {h.s au}

chapter one

~Harry Styles~

I felt like a child on the first day of school walking through the hospital halls. In my hand I held my duffle bag, filled with clothes as the other held a small cardboard box filled with my CD collection I convinced my mother to let me bring. I looked around the wing of the hospital, the walls looking the same as they always had, the creatures of the sea smiling back at the poor sick kids roaming the halls.

I didn't blame them for trying to make us comfortable, after all we were just that. A bunch of sick kids not knowing a real life outside of these four treacherous hospital walls. Thankfully they weren't plain and obnoxiously bright white like all of the rest of the wings, boring and lifeless just like the rest of people trapped within them. But then again they mostly catered towards the younger kids in here, hoping the bright and colourful walls made them forget where they were in the first place.

Because on this end of the hospital - it was full of colour and light. One that makes the children smile and watch with wide eyes when they walked about, seeing the bright blue water and fish swimming around carelessly within them. Of course it had the small fish from the movie the kids loved so much, which isn't a surprise. For them, it was nice growing up and watching someone (or something) have the same sort of struggle that we do in life.

I got to my room quicker than I thought, plain and bare as I entered it with ease. It hit me all at once that this was going to be my home for the next three months. My mother had been by earlier before she went to work to decorate a bit for me. She did the best she could bringing in a blanket from home along with pictures and posters to hang up around the room.

Bless her, she was only trying to make this easier for us all.

There was another suitcase in the corner of my room, filled with clothes and other aimless essentials that she thought I would be needing for my stay here. I sighed as I looked around the room, trying to figure out how I was going to manage.

I didn't have many friends back at home, so there wouldn't be much I would be missing other than sitting in my own bed at home rather than the one here. I unfortunately wouldn't have my DVR with me, meaning I couldn't watch the reruns of Friends like I do every night. But thankfully, I was able to bring my journal. The one thing seemingly keeping me sane was attached to my hand as I placed my duffle bag down onto the bed.

I kept my boots on, not wanting my feet to touch the grounds of this place even if I had my socks on. I started unpacking my clothes, simply throwing them about in the wardrobe in the far corner of the room before flipping on the TV.

I sat at the small desk on the opposite wall of the door before I opened the page to my journal and started writing. Poems. Stories. Lyrics for songs that simply needed a melody, but I know will never leave the pages of this journal as I get lost into the world I wished I could live in. Writing had always been my way out, it was a way for me to vanish into a place far away from this one and let me be anything I could ever imagine to be.

There was nothing holding me back. I could be anything... do anything.

There was a knock on my door that drew me out of my thoughts. I hadn't even known how long I had been writing for, my hand having a mind of its own as three pages worth of writing scattered the front and back of each piece of paper. I was proud of my work, but mainly proud that no one else knew about what was written on the pages but me.

I turned my head to see Dr. Andrews standing there, his hands in his white coat as he leaned against the doorway.

"How are you feeling?" He asked, his voice low as I shrugged my shoulders.