THE CURB (MATURE HARRY STYLES AU) #WATTYS2016

CHAPTER NINETY ONE.

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Everything seems meaningless to Harry, he feels numb to everything. As the days pass, he feels himself drowning more and more into his sorrows than coming back to life. It's like some part of him is missing, like he's left behind some very crucial part of his existence in the world of dream- that part being his will to live.

Every night when he closes his eyes, he wishes to see them again, just for a single moment. But then he wakes up in the middle of the night panting and screaming from his nightmares, all alone in the dark room with no one to comfort him. Tears are something that he's grown accustomed to. He's done with being a tough man anymore, he wants to fucking cry so he cries whenever he feels like it.

Selvia vists him at the hospital everyday, she tries to get him to talk, tries to make him say just a few words but it's like Harry has lost his ability to speak, infact, it's like he's lost his ability to do almost everything.

He can't seem to focus on anything she says, zoning out no matter how hard he tries to stay attentive, just for her sake, yet it doesn't work. He tries to eat but never finds himself hungry anymore. All he can do is sleep and think of her.

He remembers the day Zayn came to visit him, he stared at Harry for a couple of minutes before his face twisted with anger and he threw the bouquet of flowers on the floor before he started to throw a fit.

"I fucking told that bitch not to hurt him again."

This is the only sentence of Zayn that he seems to remember. Everything else seems to be a blur just like the entire week.

It's Tuesday and doctors have told him that he will be discharged today since they've had enough time examining him and now he seems good enough to go back to his daily routine. But what they don't know is that Harry feels rotten inside. He feels like a rotten dead body.

Selvia seems extremely happy to take Harry back home but he doesn't understand why she's being so cheery. It's like leaving a smaller room and going to a bigger one in Harry's opinion.

"Harry?" He hears Selvia but makes no attempt to open his eyes and see what she wants with him.

They've been in her car for quite sometime now and throughout the ride, Harry has leaned his head against the window, watching the cars and people passing by and wondering if they have anyone to go back home to.

"Would like something to eat? Anything?" She asks him and Harry slowly shakes his head no, still not looking in her direction.

A small sigh escapes the woman's lips and she frowns, glancing at Harry momentarily before focusing her gaze back on the road.

"Talk to me, Harry." The frustration is clear in her voice as she utter the words, remembering how many times she has said the exact sentence in the past week.

Minutes pass and Selvia finally gives up the hope of getting a response from him. The rest of their journey takes place in silence, not a single word exchanged between the two.

When they stop in front of Niall's and Selvia's house, Harry frowns and finally looks over at the girl whose waiting for him to get out of the car.

"Why are we here?" Harry's voice comes out rough and husky and he immediately clears his throat, waiting for her response.

All he wants at the moment is to be left alone with his thoughts and he doesn't understand why has she still not grasped the idea.

"You can't be left alone for the time being, Harry. Come on." The girl offers him a kind smile as she undo her seatbelt and gets out of the car.