Mental

-Harry POV-

I'm a generous guy. I love all my fans and I love making people smile. Sometimes, I can be sensative about certain things and sometimes I get into situations I don't want to be in. But, something happened one day, when Louis and I paid a visit to a specific place for a charity thing. When a specific person caught my eye, I knew I had to keep coming back...

It's a cold monday morning, even though the sun was out, it was freezing and my ears were red from the cold breeze. It felt like someone nibbling on your ear or something. I was with Louis and we decided to stop by a certain home. A home that kept the mental people safe. It doesn't really sound right when I call them "mental" but, calling them crazy or insane or screwed up is way worse than mental. Besides, I can't really find another word for it...

Anyway, I rang the door bell on the wall, looking up at the three story building. A woman dressed in a nurse outfit answered the door.

She greeted Louis and I and walked us inside.

To be honest, the kids here weren't the kind of mental other people judge them for. They're more like teens in need of help for emotional purposes. The nurse had a room set up for the fans in the building. When I met them, they weren't as bad as most people thought. They were very kind, sweet and talkative. Except for one girl, who just walked on passed and sat on the window sill, looking down at the street. I didn't want to go over there and bother her. She looked so calm and relaxed. I didn't want to disturb her. Until I grew curious and concerned. So I got up and walked over to her. "Hello." I said softly. She looked up at me.

"Hi." She kind of whispered.

"I'm Harry." I said.

She nodded, "I know who you are..."

I nodded back, "Everyone does. Anyway, what's your name?" She was quiet. She looked ashamed and seemed like she didn't want to tell me who she was. I gulped, "You don't have to tell me..." She looked out the window again. I sat down across from her and looked down too. "It's a nice view." I said and looked over at her. She shrugged, "I guess...." She was watching the people walk on by, the cars zip down the road and she hummed as she did all of it. I grinned, "Do you always sit here and do that?" She nodded, "It's the only thing I ever do." I watched her fingernails tap on the window. She sighed and looked at me from the corner of her eye. "I'm surprised you haven't snapped yet." She whispered. I cocked an eyebrow, "What do you mean?" She sat against the wall behind her. "You know, you're famous, you have all these people stalking you, taunting you, harassing you... Doesn't that make you want to, you know, run away and hide?" I actually grew interested in what she was talking about. She checked me out, her eyes scanned my body and then she looked up into my eyes again. "Well, not really..." I replied. "I guess I'm use to it."

"Or are you?" She asked.

I suddenly felt so unsure. It's like she can read me like a book. She squints her eyes at me. "If I were you, I would have ran already. I would have given up, moved away," She leaned forward. "I probably would have killed myself by now..." She whispered.

That kind of scared me but, it gave me an idea to why she was put in here. I didn't judge her though, she obviously has some kind of serious issues and I felt like she needed attention for them.

She sat back against the wall again still looking at me with her big, beautiful blue-green eyes.

"Do I frighten you?" She asked and tilted her head.

"No..." I said.

She grinned, "That's the first... Normally, people would have run off by now. I like you, Harry." I grinned back, "Really? I like you too." She sighed and looked out the window again.

I couldn't help but stare at her. She had long, light brown hair. Her skin was pale but, not too pale. She was thin and her body was an hourglass shape. She caught me looking at her and gave me a disgusted look. "Sorry..." I said and cleared my throat. She just looked out the window again. Louis came over. "Come on, Harry. We have to leave now." I nodded and stood up. The girl watched me.

"It was nice meeting you." I said looking down at her. She nodded, "Same to you." I bit my lip and took a deep breath. "I hope to see you again soon." She shrugged, "I won't hold my breath over it." She seemed like she didn't care or she didn't trust the fact that I'd see her again.

As Louis and I walked out the door, I turned to him and stopped him. "Louis, I'm coming back here tomorrow." I said to him. He was baffled. "What?" He asked me. I nodded, "Yeah, I just think they need some kind of attention..." I looked up to the third story window and saw her looking down at us. Louis looked up too. "Who's that?" He asked pointing. I cracked a grin. "Oh, she was a shy girl. But, she was very nice." Louis nodded, "Alright, well, I won't judge you for coming back tomorrow. I mean, you seem like you really care about these kids." I sighed, still looking up at the girl. "I really do..." I replied.