Rolling With the Punches [Niam/Larry AU Fanfic]

Chapter 5

Louis's POV

"Mine," Harry whispered, I couldn't help but smile, we aren't even dating and he thinks of me as his. God I want him to be mine and to be his. I haven't thought of anyone in this way before not even- no don't think about that think about Harry and only Harry. This is what had me speaking my next words with so much passion and heart I'm surprised I didn't burst at the seams with Adoration.

"Haz, I want you to be mine," I pull back so I can look into his sparkling green eyes, "Will you be?" he looks like he wants to scream at the moment and I don't know if its of angry or happiness. hopefully the latter.

"Are you asking-"

"Yes, Harry Styles, will you be my boyfriend?" his face breaks out into a huge grin and fresh tears are making an appearance.

"God yes," he breaths out, "Of course I will!" he says a bit louder. I smile back at him and meet his lips with mine for a sweet kiss, I pull back but rest my forehead against his.

"Good, because I wouldn't have taken no for an answer," he smiles even more and Connects our lips once again.

"Good to know, Boo," he replies cheekily.

"So boyfriend, how about I take you out on a date?" I ask with a smirk.

"How are we supposed to go on a date? if you haven't noticed where in a mental ward." I roll my eyes at his question.

"If you haven't noticed, I and capable of anything," I state with a smug smile. I grab his hand and then to the door.

"The best date of your life begins now," with that in mind we leave the room and my brain starts to think of the amazing things that I am going to do for him.

Rylee's POV

Nothing hurts worse than knowing you put someone you love in pain. I don't know if Harry attempted suicide again, but there's a 99.9% chance he did. The doctors think he's ready to go, but they don't know him like they think they do. The minute something went wrong, Harry would do it again, only that time there would be no one to stop him.

Then you throw Zayn into the mix. I think I'm really starting to fall for him. Or, at least I was. Now I don't know what to think. Harry said he was using me, which pissed Black Rose off enough to the point where she tried to hurt him. Again. Is he using me? He said he isn't, and Zayn isn't really a dishonest person. But again, my mind is so messed up, emotionally and literally, I just don't know what to think. And this damn room is not making shit better.

In here, I'm different. I don't turn to Black Rose, but then again I'm given extra medicine, plus Zayn's not around. I get so angry so easily. I don't want to talk to anyone, and that's why I snapped on Zayn. I don't know if he'll ever forgive me for being such a bitch. And I sure as hell don't think Harry will forgive me at all this time. I don't deserve him as a friend. He's put up with me all my life, and all I've ever done is try to take his. Twice. I don't know when they'll let me out, but the first time I tried to kill Harry (God, I am so ashamed to say it like that) they only kept me locked in a regular room for a few days, until they diagnosed my condition and I was let loose with the help of medication.

Suddenly, I heard the loud beep that signified someone was entering the room and my head snapped up to reveal a security guard and the head of discipline.

"Ms. Evans," he greeted bluntly, gesturing to a folding chair and table the security guard has finished setting up on the floor. I scrambled up and timidly sat down in the cold metal seat, as the head took the one across from me.

"I apologize for us having this talk in such...unpleasant surroudings, but my office is currently under use," he flashed an ominous grin. This guy, he just reminded me of some kind of villain in a superhero comic. He was just so...sinister. I nodded to acknowledge what he'd said and looked at him pointedly to continue the conversation.