Life On The Flip Side [Harry Styles AU]

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The lack of another presence here brings  a harsh cold to the hallway, sending a chill down my spine. 

I hug my arms against my body whilst running my hands up and down them in a pathetic attempt for warmth. Even though I'm completely lost as to what is going on, my primal instinct kicks in. It promotes me to look around for a possible exit, yet my search to proves to be unsuccessful.

A large crashing noise causes me to stop in my tracks, my entire body tensing up. "Fuck!" My eyes widen. Another loud noise. "Fucking close, you piece of shit!" Recognition seems to light up in my brain at the sound of the voice.

Harry.

He's here too?

I begin to make my way towards the sound of the crashing only to encounter a large, wooden door. How did I not see this before? I slowly turn the knob, unsure of what I will be exposed to on the other side.

Sucking in a deep breath, I count to ten before completely turning the door and swinging it open, only to be greeted with darkness. I sharply exhale in an attempt to relieve my ongoing frustration. All I want to do is get out of here, and the anxiety from being alone as well as the fear that I may never get out of here somehow translates into anger.

I feel around on the wall adjacent to the door, quietly praying to myself that I come across a light switch.

Click!

All of my frustrations diminish at the sound of a light switch flipping, and I watch as the lights repeatedly before turning on. I wait for my eyes to adjust before advancing, hoping to find someone besides me in here. Maybe even Harry.

It's another locker room. The boys locker room, I'm guessing.

The sounds from earlier return, as does the frustration in Harry's tone. "C'mon work, work!" Another loud bang. As I walk down the aisle, the sounds ring louder in my ears, and a flicker of movement catches my eye.

That's when I see him. Harry, studying a locker door before slamming it shut in a fit of anger. "Fuck!" He repeats this process several times before I find the courage to speak up.

"H - harry?" My voice is barely above a whisper, and I struggle to maintain my composure. The sight of him, here, was leading me to a near emotional breakdown. All the stress of not knowing is overbearing.

Harry's head slowly turns in my direction, a crazed expression on his face. His features soften at the sight of me.

"You should wake up, Christina." I scrunchmy eyebrows together to express my confusion.

"What?"

A devilish grin forms on his face. "You heard me. You should wake up, Christina. Just wake up. Just wake up.."

He begins to approach me, and I back up against the wall and sink down to my knees in fear. "No, please."

Harry continues his mantra until it overtakes the once silent room, filling my thoughts to the point where the only thing I can hear is his voice in my ears.

I shut my eyes in fear and yell as loud as I can, "Just STOP!"

Silence.

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I open my eyes, expecting to still be in the locker room. Expecting to still see Harry repeating the same group of words together.

But instead, I'm only looking up at a ceiling.

The steady beep of a heart monitor is the only sound filling the seemingly empty hospital room.

With all the strength I can muster, I manage to slowly slide myself up the bed until I'm able to comfortably sit up. I begin to search for the remote that controls the bed so I can provide myself with a bit of back support.