Harry's POV-
"Who's that?" the little girl's mother gasps in fake surprise, gesturing her daughter to look in our direction as we walk through the door. The sick and tiredness in the little girl's eyes vanishes as she rolls her pale face so she faces us, recognizing us immediately.
"One Direction!" she squeals, an adorably huge smile coming over her face.
"Hello!" we all chirp, rushing to her bed and swallowing her in a hug, being careful to avoid all the tubes connecting her small and frail body to a non-stop beeping machine.
"How are you?" Liam asks politely, smiling down at the little 9-year-old girl.
"Awesome, what are you guys doing here?" she asks, bewilderment clear in her precious blue eyes.
"Well, ya see, your mum helped the hospital bring us here. There are a lot of patients here who seem to be fans so we thought we'd pay a visit" I answer, a huge smile on my lips. What could possibly make you feel better than causing the huge smile that are on these patients' faces? Honestly, nothing. There's no greater feeling. It feels like you're on top of the world and like anything's possible.
"What's your name love?" Louis asks, taking a seat next to the girl's mum.
"Rachel."
"Well, Rachel, it was lovely meeting you, but I have to use the men's room. Hang out with the rest of the boys until I return, ok?" After receiving a nod in reply, I head to the door and step out, closing it gently behind me with a huge smile on my face, walking down the endless hallway, looking for a bathroom. After three minutes, I still can't seem to have any luck. I come to a point where I reach the end of the hallway and there are stairs leading to a lower level, so I go with that option. There's got to be a bathroom down here.
After jogging down what felt like a hundred steps, I finally reach a floor level. The lighting got much dimmer as I got further down the stairs which is odd, but I guess the light bulbs just need to be changed. I open the door into the hallway to find yet more rooms, but the lights flicker in this hallway and everything looks older and more rustic than the upper floor. Strange.
After walking for about five minutes, I still haven't found the bathroom and I'm actually about to piss my pants. Deciding getting directions is the best option now, I peak into one of the rooms then step inside to ask the patient. As soon as I walk in, it appears to be a room with two beds. Not hospital beds, but actual, metal beds. Once the patients (2, not 1. Also odd) notice my presence, one of them starts to cry and back up, dropping the half deck of cards the two patients were playing with on the floor and crawling backwards until she's huddled in a corner in her bed, trying to put as much space between me and her as possible while never breaking eye contact with me. She starts to full out sob, causing me to want to comfort her, but when I take a step forward, she cries out even louder. The girl that was playing cards on the floor with her rushes over to her huddled body and comforts her, telling her things like 'don't worry' and 'he won't hurt you' or even 'I'll make sure he doesn't hurt you,' making me feel awful for causing the lady to cry.
After a minute or two of me awkwardly standing there while the younger one hushes the crying woman, the girl climbs off her bed and walks over to stand directly in front of me. Both girls are adorned in white night gowns, messy hair and dark circles under their eyes. These definitely aren't the patients I was planning to visit today.
"How can I help you?" the girl asks, not the least bit scared, unlike the older woman who is still quietly sobbing in the corner, her eyes still watching my every move. "Hello? Curly, anyone there?"
"Uhm, right. Uh, where am I?" I ask, at a complete loss for words. Why'd I come here in the first place?
"You're looking for the bathroom aren't ya?" she asks, smirking. "It's ok, we've had a lot of stragglers show up in this wing of the hospital. It is ridiculously huge, after all."
