Rolling With the Punches [Niam/Larry AU Fanfic]

Intros

***Disclaimer- The event of the story are completely made up, we have never been to a mental hospital, even though we probably should, we don't exactly know how it works. Bare with us. We like fighting and sexual tension so be prepared. If you are uncomfortable with that kind of stuff then you probaly Should stop here. Well the brave few who choose to continue on our strange journey, enjoy. - Brooklyn & Jade*****

Rylee's POV

I'm just gonna get straight to the point: I'm crazy. At least that's what my doctor tells me. You know, the one that helps me while I stay here in the nuthouse. I kind of feel bad that I caused Harry to come here. Oh, I forgot, you don't even know who I'm talking about. Harry's my best friend, has been for as long as I can remember. He was the first to discover Black Rose, what I call my second personality. She's a bitch. She's mean to Harry. And pretty much everyone else. Since I've been here she hasn't been around much, which makes Harry happy. She doesn't come out often. Well, until he came.

Harry's POV:

Stupid hospitals. Stupid people. Stupid life. I'm here because I'm "clinically depressed". Whatever. It's not even my fault. It's my stupid dads. It all started when he left, and Rylee's, or Rose as I call her, condition wasn't helping anything. I guess that's what's pushed me over the edge and made me start to self harm. Don't get me wrong, I love Rose, but she makes me so angry. Or rather her other half does. And I take it out on myself, because I can't hurt her. She's like a sister to me. I just want to forget the pain and memories Black Rose brings.

Louis's POV

Oh. My. God. I'm going to die here!! Have you tried this food? It shouldn't even be legal. It's that bad! And the people here. They're all like "oh my god dear! Don't jump on the bed! Don't throw your clothes everywhere! Don't punch the painting!" I mean, what am I supposed to do? It's so boring and I've already been here a week! And there's bars on the window. I can't sit in it. So I've just been banging on it for half and hour. It kinda hurts, but not as bad as punching the painting did. There was glass everywhere and the nurses were all like "oh my god!" Well they didn't really say that but you could tell they were thinking some pretty mean things. But the very, very worst is there are no cute guys! Like, at least when I was in school I could stare at all the guys but here it's just like "no way! We shall deprive you of happiness! We shall constantly bombard you with annoying women that yell at you for punching paintings and pushing them into doors and jumping on the bed. I mean come on, lady! It's one time! You have to see worse than me around here! Once I heard a fight in the hallway and they were saying some mean words! Oh, I just hope I get out soon, because if not they will dealing me punching more than a painting. Which by the way, they took out of my room. It wasn't very nice. It was beginning to grow on me!

Niall's POV

Wake up. Episode. Eat breakfast. Episode. Snack. Episode. Daily exercise. Episode. Lunch, if in lucky, no episode. Liam. Episode. Oh gosh, Liam. Sleep while dreaming of inappropriate things. God, what that boy does to me. Episode. Stupid ass schizophrenia. I mean, I'm not even on drugs anymore but they still haunt my everyday life! At least I met Liam. Oh god, Liam. I don't have as many freak outs when Liam's around, which I why he's in my room pretty much constantly. Fine by me, of course. In the eight months I've known him, he hasn't even made one move. And I can't because I'm never not strapped to this bed, unless I'm eating. In public. Oh god, food. Oh god, Liam! That boy just doesn't know when the right time to get on top of someone. Once he leaned across my bed to fix my iv and I just about had a heart attack. In these eight months, I've learned I have to try a little harder. And that's exactly what I plan to do.

Liam's POV

This boy confuses me so much. He's so bubbly and nice one minute and then the next he's screaming at my assistant nurse accusing him of stealing his hippo. He'll be having a conversation with me and then just stop dead in his tracks, silent for a moment before beginning to shout out obscenities. I mean I know it's the disease, but it's just so weird. In the months I've known him his episodes have cut down on amount but are so bad sometimes I have to get an entire team if nurses to strap him to his bed. And what really confuses me is the moaning in his sleep. Once I swear I heard my name, maybe more than once. It just doesn't make sense. Or does it?

Zayn's POV

Ffffffffffffuuuuuuuuuuuucccccccccckkkkkkkkkk!!!!!!!!

Sorry, but this is pissing me off. Where do they keep the needles around here? I've been here for five minutes and im ready to kill myself. I haven't had any heroin in two days. two days! Soon I know I'll be vomiting and feeling sicker than I've ever felt, not even able to get out of that plastic wrap they call a bed. If I don't get something to replace the drugs, I might just die, and I'm not exaggerating. I need something. Now. And I think I might've found her.