It took me a million years to find this song for this chapter like idk why I just couldn't find a good one. The song is Everything has changed by Ed Sheeran and Taylor Swift.
Harry's POV~
Less than a week after me and Louis agreement, I found myself talking to a doctor and receiving a prescription. Louis and Annie had both accompanied me on this endeavor. I left them in the waiting room when I was speaking the special psychiatric doctor. I didn't want the embarrassment of talking about my feelings infront of them to add to the long list of embarrassing things they'd witnessed me do.
Talking to him was alot easier than I thought it would be. He didn't pry to much, but he was direct and got straight to the point. He also explained what the medication would do to me, and about how long they'd take to do it.
I left with a prescription that I made Louis fill for me. That night he handed me one of the little white pills and he and Annie watched me as if I were a child as I swallowed it. It was somewhat fascinating and terrifying to be taking a drug again. I wasn't getting high, which was a very key difference, but after several weeks of doing everything in my power to avoid the drugs, it was weird to openly accept a pill.
After that, I got very tired and decided to sleep.
It took a little more than four weeks for me to notice any substantial difference. Four weeks that I spent prone to weekly anxiety riddled nights and depressive episodes that left me crying, shaking and laying in bed alone for hours. It was a little easier with Annie around catering to my every problem but I didn't want to be babied anymore. I wanted to have my shit together. I was no longer ill all the time, which was a plus. I definitely had major drug cravings but it was something I was becoming much more accustomed to ignoring. Annie was right about it being hard, but doable. She'd also gotten me to to adventure a little further than the recording studio. I was no longer a hermit in the hotel room, but also a frequenter of the mini mart, and the cute little park behind the hotel. It wasn't a big step, but it was a start.
The exact moment that I realized things were getting better was close to noon on a Saturday. I woke up late that day and laid in bed silently for nearly an hour feeling the soft sheets warm and comforting on my body. I had a strange feeling of absolute happiness for no particular reason. It was the first time in a very long time that I'd slept through the entire night. The only reason I'd awoken was because my phone had dinged. When I finally decided to open my eyes and check it, I found that the space in the bed next to me was no longer occupied by Annies sleeping form as it had been when I'd gone to sleep. The messages on my phone were all from her.
Annie<3: Good morning Haz
Annie<3: In case you forgot, I had to leave for school
Annie<3: I miss you already!
Annie<3: ≤Picture Attached≥
Annie<3: Also don't forget dinner tonight with your mum
Annie<3: Wake up sleepy head!
I smiled at her spam of messages and at the scandalous photo of herself she'd sent me. Nobody I'd ever been intimate with had ever taken the time to affectionately message me. It had always been physical. As for the picture, in general I hated when girls sent me random naked pictures of themselves to me. Being that I was world famous, it happened quite alot. However, Annie was different. She didn't send them just to send them. She sent them with humor and an artistic style of portraying herself. I loved looking at the soft curves of her chest, and the way she threw her hair over her shoulders and pouted her lips in the pictures made her look like porcelain art. She was beautiful. I could look at her body all day.
There was a knock on my door pulling me away from staring at the photograph. I quickly locked the screen and peeled back the covers to make sure I wasn't completely naked under the sheets. At the sight of my boxers, I yelled "Come in!"
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