Sitting up from the bed, I reach for the wires, Daisy pushing me back down. "Why would you do that!? You told me you would be back!? You promised!? You promised me!?"
"I can't do this anymore Dais. I don't want to do this anymore. All I do is ruin everything, I hurt people and I ruin things. That's not how life goes and I had a way out of it."
"You promised me." Something in me broke, I wasn't sure if it was her crying or her voice. But there was something there that made me feel so goddamn awful about it that I might've said sorry and meant it. "I'm sorry." I was weak.
"I don't want you to be sorry Harry. I want you alive, I need you. I just got you back and I- oh god I can't- I can't do this. I'm sorry. I just started yelling at you. I'm so sorry."
I hold out my arms, letting her climb into the small bed with me just as the door opens. "I'm sorry." I whispered, she just hummed at me. "No he's still in here." Louis said. "What?"
"Is Daisy in there- yeah that's why. Oh my god maybe he'll take his meds." I gasp. "No. Sorry I like- traumatised you or whatever. The fear I have for my father is very, very— very-"
"Harry," Tyler says quickly. "Sorry. You were spacing out. Next time you think about killing yourself why don't you just drink like the rest of us."
"Because that's what pussys do. I either go big or go home." Ruby giggles. "Are you chose him?" Louis lets out a huff. "The fuck did I do?" His eyes were all bugged and he looked like an angry child. "I'm here, the party can start."
"Diana, he just tried to kill himself. Have some class." Ruby rolls her eyes. "Fuck that. Oh, as revenge for, everything you just did. I've booked you a gig." They all seemed confused.
"How is that a bad thing?" Tyler mumbled. "She wrote the-"
"I wrote the set list- shut up. Also, Daisy your dads-"
"Walking through the door." I yelled. "Fuck, anyways. Hi." He nods. "Hi." He had this weird little southern accent, she had a strange thing for that exact accent. "I wouldn't go there."
"Harry shut up. Stay out of this. Can you leave yet? This hospital is weird." I sit up, Daisy pushing me right back down. "We have to wait for what they're going to say."
"Blah blah, you are not good you need anti psychotics, blah blah you're heart is working over time, blah blah blah then something about my body being weak even though I can lift like- 500 pounds. Then they'll say something about my emotions and how they're fucked up and my diet is shit and I'll ignore it all and go home- oh, they'll ask if I take my meds."
"500 pounds?" Tyler whispers. "Yes. I'm going home now-"
"Oh my god you stayed. Hi, okay few things-" I start groaning, hoping he just leaves it there, but he didn't. He did continue to go down the list of things. "You're not listening."
"He never does, this is mostly for the people around him. Also your rib is broken, you should t be in the shape that you are, your body is about to give in..."
Nobody ever looks good in hospital lighting, Louis looked good though, better than ever. I say it every time but every time I look at him he just gets prettier. "Harry. Focus."
"You should be on anti psychotics and I just said that but I'm saying it again because you are so fucked in the head that you are technically a danger to your peers."
I shouldn't be smiling. "This is some anime backstory type shit right here. What next? My parents are secretly in the mafia and I'm the next in line?" Daisy smacks my chest. "Shut up that's not funny."
