As It Was...

Love me.

Harry's POV

My eyes squinted at the bright light invading my vision making my head hurt the slightest bit.I groaned opening my eyes and looked around at the multiple tubes attached to me and the soft beep of the electrocardiographic heart monitor.

Just as I moved in a couple of nurses barged in with a doctor and Of course Mitch Rowland.

"Before you say anything,are you feeling good Mr.Styles?" The fairly aged doctor asked softly as I only nodded locking eyes with a clearly pissed Mitch.

"Just for the sake of it, What's the date today?" The doctor asked raising his brows as I frowned.

"Uh July 21st" I said as He chuckled."It's July 24th Mr.Styles." He said as I widened my eyes

"You seem alright but I'd really like to have a talk with you once your discharged today." He said and I hummed in response as He smiled and ushered out of the room.

"Stop with that face,would you Rowland?" I asked trying to sit back up as I failed yet again.

"Here." He said helping me up as The scowl didn't wash off of his face.

"Chill man." I said as he passed me the glass of water I had motioned him to realising how raspy my voice sounded.

"How am I supposed to chill Harry?! You were out for 3 fucking days and here you're asking me to chill! For fucks sake man where did all that rationality go?" He asked glaring at me as I sighed rubbing my face feeling his tone tick me off.

"Look I'm sorry for being harsh on you but you're like my little bro Harold you can't just go around messing with your life that means so much to Anne,to Gemma,to me,to millions of the people who'd kill to take your place on this bed only to have you survive."He apologized sensing the anger radiating from me as I breathed out.

"How long do I care about everyone else,huh? When the fuck do I live for myself.All my fucking life I've cared about what people would think or why shouldn't I do this and that cause it would hurt my family,And you know what all this resulted in? I lost the most important fucking person in my trap of a life.I lost the only person who could tame me,make me feel loved and not an arrogant narcissist who apparently loved attention and pleasing people!" My voice boomed as I got up detaching all the needles and tubes injected to my body.

"Harry sit back down this isn't healthy,you can't-" "Shut the fuck up Rowland!" I snapped as he clenched his fists by his sides.

I walked over to him feeling all the pent up anger taking a toll on my messed up brain as I glared at him.

"You're nothing but a damn guitar player and songwriter so let it stay that way, Don't fucking think of yourself as someone near and dear to me I don't give two shits about people like you.You can kindly go ahead and fuck off." I said not believing my voice as Mitch looked at me betrayal flashing his eyes as he backed away and without saying another word walked out slamming the door shut.

I continued to change into my clothes and freshen up as I left the suite of a hospital room walking over to Dr.malley's office as I tried to ignore the fact that the way I reacted inside was indeed the way I used to react back then.And the fact that the old me was resurfacing was more than enough to make my insides churn.

God knows who I'm gonna lose this time.

My name was called soon enough taking me out of my thoughts as I strode towards the huge ass door and swung it open Only to come across the doctor reading some files.

"Ah! Mr.Styles,have a seat." He said as I sat down pursing my lips into a thin line.

"Look Mr.Styles you had a concussion in your head because of hitting the ground pretty hard,And I well know the reason behind it.I suggest you to quit before it's late." He said as I exhaled deeply.