Do you really know them? (One Direction fanfic)

Chapter 4

Hey guys so for ages I wasn't going to have a girl in this story but I thought hey why not. I promise to try and be better at uploading. I have loads of ideas for this story. I do not know how long this is and I apologise for any grammar or spelling mistakes as I did this on my iPad.

Frankie's POV

"Tonight lets get some. And live while we're young" I groaned and slammed my hand on the alarm. Come on radio one. One direction. Are you actually fucking with me. I sighed before crashing back down on my mattress. It wasn't that I didn't like one direction it was just. No. Scrap that. I hated one direction. Like seriously they're songs have no meaning.

I glanced at the clock again. Shit. I had an appointment at the hospital in an hour. I slowly sat up and looked around, before grabbing a t shirt and some black jeans out if my wardrobe. I grabbed my black converse and ran downstairs. The house was if course quite. I live alone. I left home as soon as I turned 18 I couldn't cope with my family. They hadn't even bothered to get in touch with me since. I could be dead and they wouldn't give a fuck.

I grabbed a apple from the fruit bowl and turned the door knob to open the door. I looked down and noticed last nights scars. Crap. I ran back upstairs and grabbed my old leather jacket before running out of the house. The hospital was a short walk from my house and I sighed as breathed in the cold November air.

HARRY'S POV

I sat down next to the sobbing Zayn and sighed. We had to get help. Whatever management said about it we were going to the hospital. Now.

After explaining this to Zayn he followed quietly behind me to the car, lost in his own thoughts. I got in the drivers seat and looked across to him. He still had tears streaking down his face and looked to all the world numb. I quietly turned on the radio to break the ice and pulled out of the drive way to the hospital. Demi lovato was singing skyscraper softly and half smiled. Niall could get Demi to help us. They were close, but first we had to get to the hospital.

Frankie's POV

I wondered into the hospitals wing for mental disorders and sighed. I hated this place but they did help. Slowly but surely. The receptionist gave me a quick smile before picking up the phone. I'd come here every week for a year now and it still intrigues me watching the coming and going of everyone. Some, you can tell had been caught in the early stages of depression and only needed an appointment or two to get them back on track. Others hadn't been caught early enough and stopped coming after a few weeks. The quite whispers of their suicides would still catch up with me every now and again. And then there was me. Stuck. I couldn't get better yet I didn't really want to die. I mean occasionally yes but most of the time I was ok I suppose.

I looked up as two boys walked in and frowned. Newbies. I studied them carefully trying to guess what they were here for. The taller one looked completely out if place, yet he had these piercing green eyes that were full of pain and hurt. Anxiety and mild depression I decided. Wouldn't take the doctors too long to sort him out.

My eyes moved onto the slightly shorter one with dark hair and dark eyes. He looked a lot more like the regulars in here. His eyes red and puffy from where I guess he had been crying and his hands hugged the ends of his jacket like he was afraid. This character was a lot more interesting and I could only guess similar to me. Depression, that was obvious as was the self harm. Anxiety, a possibility and an eating disorder looked likely. He was going to be in here a lot longer than the other guy.

I looked up as the receptionist walked over to me smiling slightly. I glanced at my phone. My appointment wasn't for another ten minutes. We're they for once running early.. ?

"Hiya Frankie I was just wondering if these two gentlemen could go before you? If you know what I mean" I smiled at her and nodded. I knew what she meant. They must have come in as an emergency and as a regular I wasn't high in importance anymore. Anyway there was in point in getting snappy at the receptionist - it wasn't her fault. As she walked away I stared at the two boys again.

"Can I help you?" A cold voice pierced my thoughts and I stuttered trying to come up with an excuse.

"N-no it's just just your new here" I said in a rush blushing. Oh crap here comes an anxiety attack and I feel my breathing become shorter and sharper. Breath Frankie breath.

"Oh yeah" he said as he looked away I kept muttering to myself. Breath. In. And. Out. Suddenly another voice appears In my thoughts. And rushing. And panic. I opened my eyes

"Hey HEY are you alright?" I stare up at the quiet boy and nod shakily. The next thing I knew someone was gently rubbing my back and talking to me. I felt my chest start to loosen up again and my breathing slows down.

I turn to look at the person who helped and look into the sad eyes of the dark haired boy looking at me concerned.

"Yeah sorry I'm fine. It happens occasionally" I ramble and I feel myself blush. Why the fuck am I blushing. Frankie Collins does not do blushing. He chuckles deeply

"I'm Zayn" he said quietly smiling at me "ignore Harry over there he's a bit of a twat" something in me lurched as he said those words and I pulled away

"Don't call him that" staring at him. His gaze faltered before becoming confused. Our stare off was interrupted by the doctor calling a name that made everything in my body run cold.

"Mr styles? Mr H Styles?"

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