Three Way Relationship

25 - Time Might Heal What's Broken

Justin's POV

I was almost relaxed, almost asleep...

but I felt myself being picked up.

I looked to see a man, wearing white scrubs.

He was holding me in a sitting position.

I started breathing heavily.

Who's this guy? Am I being sold again?

"Its alright, Justin. I'm taking you to your room." He sent me a smile.

I didn't feel comfortable, he's going to hurt me.

I began screaming at him to put me down, hitting his chest and trying to kick him.

He quickly put me on the ground, calling out some code number before trying to secure my hands.

"GO AWAY FROM ME! HELP ME! HE'S HURTING ME!" I screamed, kicking him as much as I could.

A few other men ran over, grabbing parts of my body to keep me still.

"STOP IT!" I screamed at them.

One lifted the back of my shirt, injecting something into my skin.

"HELP!" I yelled as my eyes began to water.

"Calm down." One of the men said, keeping my ankles down. He looked around as I squirmed, trying to get away from the people who were trying to hurt me. "Go get room 551 ready. Straps, straight jacket and all." He nodded.

I managed to slip a foot away from him, before kicking him in his chest.

I began falling rather tired, my eyelids becoming heavy.

"Its kicked in." someone said, before I fell limp in my own slumber.

What are they going to do to me?

Hurt me? Rape me?

I want Zayn, I want Niall, I want to go home.

Zayn's POV

It was possibly the hardest thing to do, to watch Justin get taken away.

I couldn't watch any longer, so I turned my head and went to the main desk at the Ward.

I signed some paperwork, consenting for them to give him therapy and to allow them to give seditives to him when he's in danger of hurting himself or others.

I also had to write down what I thought caused Justin to be like this, so I wrote about what had happened in the past weeks.

I handed the man behind the desk the forms, sighing.

"The first six days we advise you to not visit, just so we can do our best on helping him. On the seventh day, you can come and see him, but if the visit doesn't go well, you wont be able to see him for at least another month." The man said, writing down on a sticky note, "Are you planning on visiting at all? Some people prefer not to." He looked at me.

I nodded, "I'm definitely visiting."

"Alright, here's a number you can call if you'd like to know about how Justin is doing. You can call anytime, but not after 10pm, or before 7am." He handed me the sticky note.

"Thank you." I sighed.

"No problem." He smiled, "And don't worry, its early, so its good you got him here at this stage... it'll be quicker processing on what we can do to help him." He nodded.

"You guys don't do shock therapy, right?" I swallowed.

I'd watched horror movies, and shock therapy is by far the most horrible thing I'd seen.

I can't stand to think Justin could be going through that.

"No, no of course not. Its actually illegal and highly dangerous. Ward's haven't done that in many years, don't sweat it." He smiled promisingly.

I nodded, "Okay, uh, if anything happens, they'll call me, right?"

He nodded.

With that, I headed out the doors, trying my hardest not to just run back in there and get Justin..

But he needs this, I have to keep reminding myself that.

Justin needs to get help, and Niall and I will be waiting for him, no matter how long.

He's our Justin, nothing will change that.

Niall's POV

I sat on the bed cross-legged.

I had a photo book in my hands, flipping through the pages.

Justin had made this album for Zayn and I one christmas.

It was the best gift we couldve ever received.

We only got him some crumby clothes and sports equipment.

He deserved better.

I looked down at each photo, smiling.

Every time we'd ever tried to take a cute couples pic, you'd have Justin pulling faces or putting two fingers up behind mine or Zayn's head, imitating we had bunny ears or something.

I sighed reading one of the small notes Justin had left all through the album.

'I have the sexiest bf's eva! my sexy-ness has rubbed off rather well ;)'

I chuckled, shaking my head.

"What's so funny?"

I looked up to see Zayn standing at the bedroom door, looking at me with a small smile.

"The album Justin made us." I sighed.

"Can I join?" Zayn asked.

I nodded, moving back so I could lean on the head board. Zayn slipped beside me, resting his head on my shoulder.

"I remember this album. How Justin was really embarrassed to give it to us." Zayn laughed lightly.

"Yeah, and you had to fake cry so he'd hand it over." I smiled.

"This was the cutest, yet most romantic thing we ever got. Even if half of it he's just telling us we look good because of him." Zayn chuckled, turning one of the pages.

"That's what Justin's like. Cocky, sweet, funny, adorable..."

"Kind, fluffy, stubborn..." Zayn added.

I smiled.

"How long will he be in there?" I frowned, reminded that Justin's not with us, he's in a mental asylum.

"Minimum of two months..." Zayn sighed.

"And what's the longest amount of time?" I looked at Zayn.

"About a year, before we have to start paying for treatment... but it'll be okay, Ni." Zayn kissed my cheek.

I looked back to the album, biting my bottom lip.

"Can we do something for Justin?" I looked at Zayn again.

"What do you mean?" He raised a brow.

"Can we write a song for him? Just me and you... a song all for him." I licked my lips.

Zayn smiled, "And when do we sing it to him?"

"Every day we see him, just so he knows we love him." I nodded.

"Sounds brilliant. We have six days to write it, lets start now." Zayn smiled.

Author's Note; This was a sucky update, sorry.

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