Oakdale// Ziall+Narry

Chapter 2

hey friends! if youre wondering why i changed the name to oakdale from bedlam, its because i was origionally planning on having only elements from bedlam in this story but oakdale is going to be one big cluster of all the horrible asylums i can get my hands on >:)

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9/09/1824

"Please do not dismiss my warnings from your mind. Agreed?" Harry urgently asks, his voice wavering slightly as the stagecoach began on a cobblestone path.

"Agreed." I hum, watching as the forest outside blurred together for a perfect mix of oak brown, pine green and speckles of sky blue.

The sun rays were filtered through the thick woods, leaving little to be seen. A high pitched singing made me scrunch my face up slightly, as ive never been too fond of insects.

"And what were my warnings?" Harry interrogated me, shifting his body to face me.

One arm was propped against the divider and the other slightly gripping the raised, red leather that covered the seat. The butterscotch suit he had on formed creases from his odd position.

"Write to you each week, be careful, follow instructions, and schedule meetings with you as soon as i can," I repeat him, shifting my gaze over to him, "Thank you again for coming with me."

"My pleasure, love," He slightly smiled, " I am quite apprehensive for you, if you ever need to quit just write to me. I can arrange you with another job, and you can come stay back with me."

His hand reaches over and gives my smaller one a soft squeeze.

"Thank you, Harry. I appreciate it." I nod, placing my free hand over his. Altough i had to do a lot of convincing, im still befuddled at him allowing me to leave.

Maybe it wont be as bad as he says.

~*~

When our stagecoach emerged from the thick, wooded forest, we came upon a large and prison looking building.

The building looked to be two stories high, with a head that was round in shape and two long arms protruding from each side. Many barred windows freckled the building, letting screams and moans to be heard.

How reassuring.

Vines grew up the sides of the yellowed building, trying to cover up the missing paint chips and eroded walls.

Two large columns protected the mouth of the building, while the large dome atop the head protected it from rain.

On the peak of the dome, a crucified person was hanging off a cross with a look of agony.

"Niall, love, i'm suspicious." Harry whispered, snapping me from my trance. I looked over at him and saw his worried face, eyes glancing from me to the asylum.

"I have to," I sigh, "The bills aren't going to resolve them self."

"You know i can pay them-"

"Please, let me do this for myself. I cannot live knowing i'd be a leech on your savings." I interrupt, half-begging him at this point.

"There has to be something i can do, this place unsettles me." His tone matches mine, desperate to save me.

"You can greet the place with me and write me letters each week. If i dont reply in a week, then you can come in here and get me. Agreed?" I offer, trying to calm his fretting.

"Agreed," He nods, still looking slightly hesitant, "My heart aches for you, i will miss you so."

"As mine with you." I say into his suit as he pulls me into a seated hug.

His arms are tight, snaking around me and constricting my body to his. The warmth from his chest is so intense, a sweat droplet almost forms on my forehead. The scent of syrup floods my nose from the cakes he made for us this morning, a goodbye gift he called it.

"Pardon my interruption, but it seems a staff member has come to welcome you." The footman speaks up, not giving us a chance to reply before exiting his bench and opening the door for us.

My legs feel like jello when i first put pressure on them, making me grab the doorframe for extra support.

Harry's hands fly to my waist, keeping a firm grip until we both reach the floor.

"Thank you for the ride, sir," I nod to the footman, "And thank you for the help." I smile at Harry.

He smiles back and shrugs.

What am i going to do without him?

Go crazy, thats for sure.

"Welcome to Oakdale Mental Asylum, my name is Florence and i will be your guide today. You must be Niall?" The woman eagerly asks, looking over at Harry.

"Ah, you are mistaken. This gentleman right here is Niall, I'm Harry." Harry says, pointing at me when he says my name.

A small blush forms on the woman's tan cheeks as she forces out a chuckle. "Pardon me sir, Hello Niall."

"Hello, Florence." I smile, sticking my hand out for her to shake. Her small hand wraps around mine for a firm shake before she releases.

She then holds her hand out for Harry to shake, slightly biting her lip as he greets her. The shake is longer than ours, and Harry is the one to release first.

"Shall you be joining us? Susan hadn't mentioned another guest but i'd love for you to stay a while." She inquires to Harry, letting her excitement seep through her attempt at being professional.

"Hmm," He thinks, "Edgar, would you mind staying behind for a couple hours? For i have a tour i must attend."

"Certainly, sir." The footman nods, waiting for Harry to dismiss him before climbing onto his bench again.

"Now, lets get started, shall we?" Florence asks, tucking her straight, coffee hair behind her ear.

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Harry is SUCH a good boyfriend to Niall. im so happy, hes so pure :)

What do you guys think is going to happen? Will they see Zayn?

Dun dun DUUUUn, also @ Florence, hes gay hunty.