Two Different Worlds - Punk Louis x Marcel -

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Third Person -

When Zayn arrived back at the hospital, holding tiny whimpering Louis next to him he went directly back to Harry's room, not saying a word to the nurse.

But as they reached room 167, which was Harry's room number, they realized he wasn't in his bed, looking up at the door when it opened, like he always was.

The bed was unmade and messy, and completely empty. Then they heard sobbing from the bathroom next to them.

Louis went to open the door, but it wouldn't open. "It's locked." He spoke, looking up at Zayn.

"Harry, open the door." Zayn said, knocking with a small flick of his wrist.

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It was quiet for a minute or two, then a small "N-No" sounded from inside the small restroom

A few tears were again streaming down Louis's face, the boy shutting his eyes tightly. "Harry, please.." Louis said.

It was obvious what Harry was doing. At least to Louis it was.

Zayn looked at the older boy, who nodded. Zayns eyes widened for a second before he knocked on the door harder.

"Harry, open the door now, or we"ll call nurses." Zayns voice was firm, and it pounded in Harry's ears as he wondered if he should open it or not.

There was another silence, and a small gasp before the door was opened. There was blood spatters everywhere, a razor in the middle of one.

Harry was covered in blood. It was all over his hospital gown, running down his legs and arms, and some was on his face.

Louis gasped, running to Harry. "Harry! Oh my god! Why? Why'd you do this? We have to call the nurses!"

"N-No don't!"

"Harry we have to.." Zayn broke in quietly from behind Louis. He hadn't seen anything like the scene in front of him before. And he was worried, so worried.

Louis walked over and pressed the small red "Call Nurse" button.

"No!" Harry screamed,trying to pull Louis away from the button before he realized he'd already done it.

Harry then backed up, back into the blood-filled bathroom, and fell to his knees, crying hard.

"I hate you, both of you!" Harry yelled, throwing himself on the floor.

Louis yelped, backing up. Zayns eyes were shut tightly, tears streaming down his cheeks.

"Harry, love.. Harry, look at me.." Louis spoke, his voice rough and shaky.

Harry looked at him slowly, a look of hatred in his eyes.

"Hey, babe.. Calm down.. Please.. The nurses are coming"

"I DONT WANT THE NURSES! I WISH YOU WOULDNT HAVE CAME IN THE FIRST PLACE! I HATE YOU!" Harry roared as the nurses rushed in, picking Harry up off the floor, treating this like a totally normal, everyday thing.

The three male nurses (out of a total four nurses) carried the kicking and screaming Harry out as the fourth female nurse talked to Zayn and Louis about what happened. Zayn, the more stable of the two at the moment, explained what had happened.

"Well, we've been watching Mr. Styles ever since he was admitted, and for the last three days we've thought about admitting him into another institution.. A mental one. And know we know for sure that's what we must do."

"N-No! You can't put him there!"

"I'm sorry Mr. Tomlinson. We have to. Especially after the behavior shown today. But don't worry, we'll be sure to put him somewhere nice, yes?"

"No!"

"Louis just leave it.. It's her job." Zayn broke in for the second time, looking at his friend.

Louis looked back at him and nodded.

"J-Just put him s-somewhere we can visit.. Please?"

The nurse nodded, leaving after Louis's words. Harry's screaming was still able to be heard, even though he was probably already getting signed out on another floor.

Louis hugged Zayn tightly, burying his face into the neck of his friend. He shut his eyes, wanting to redo everything. Just wanting to start over fresh.

He cried into Zayns arms for a little bit over an hour, until a nurse came in and told them quietly and politely that it was time for them to go.

As the two of them walked out the door, Louis finally realized it.

The boy he loved had gone crazy.

But this thought, this reality of Harry Styles going crazy, only brought him to think that maybe the same would've happened to Stan.

But would it have? If Stan wouldn't have died, would this have been flipped around? Would Louis be back in Doncaster, with Stan whilst the boy wailed about how much he hated Louis?

He shut his eyes again, stopping in the middle of the sidewalk. When he opened them again, a few stray tears sliding out, Zayn was looking over worriedly.

"What are you thinking about, Lou?" Zayn asked quietly, taking Louis's arm and pulling on as they continued the long distance to Zayns car.

" Just.. If Stan wouldn't h-have passed.. Would the same have happened to him?"

Zayn shrugged. He was silent for a moment before he spoke again, almost quieter than the first time.

"H-How did Stan die?"

Louis looked down, then looked up at the sky, the tears coming back.

"H-hey Lou, it's okay.. You don't have to.. Later, yeah?"

Louis nodded, and they finally reached Zayns car. And as Louis sat down! he still couldn't believe it.

Harry Styles was going crazy, and there was nothing, absolutely nothing in the whole wide world, that Louis could do.