Harry Styles : Suicidal

Phone home

Harry's P.O.V

"Styles. I know who you are.." Megan smirked walking past me. I watched her as she strutted down the hallway.

I tilted my head to the side shrugging my shoulders. "Hmmh."

I then make my way to the cafeteria where everyone was. Grabbing an Apple from the breakfast table I sit down next to Niall again. But this time Zayn was at the table as well. He looked very uncomfortable. Biting into my Apple I watch him silently.

"Shhhh. " Zayn hisses."I'm trying to eat. No I will not do that."

I stare blankly at him, no one around him is talking. Niall looks over at me shaking his head. His mouth is full of food and He is  literally surrounded by it.

"Get out of my face!"  Behind me Justin  yells at Megan, who looks like she's going to explode in anger. Beside them Liam is shaking in his seat. He claims the table is not clean enough. His OCD is getting worst I think, I turn back around with wide eyes and Louis is on the side of Me.

"Hey-"

I was cut off my him tossing his tray on to the floor. "This is disgusting!" he shouts. Louis then goes on a small rampage. He throws all of our food on the floor and then starts to cry.

"I'm sorry!" he cries appalled by his own actions. From the corner of my eye, I could See Mrs. Lacy along with Mr.Jones with a big needle walking toward Louis. "Noooo please no." He cries again.

They jab him with it and he instantly falls asleep. A man comes and takes Louis to his room after he is completely knocked out. Everyone in the lunch room is not phrases by this but me. How is this normal?

This place is weird. I'm 19 I should have a say so in weather I should be here or not! My thoughts were cut off by my name being called out.

"Harry. You have a phone call." Mrs. Lacy says.

I nods getting up from my spot.

"Your gonna finish that?" Niall asked. referring to my half eaten Apple. I shake my head slowly and he takes It. What the hell? Continuing my walk to the phone I Quickly grab it placing it by my ear.

"Hello?"

"Mum!"

"Hi sweetie how are you doing?"

"Terrible, please come and get me out of here." I beg. "When am I getting out of here?!"

"Oh it can't be that bad." My mum says.

"Ah, that's where your wrong. It's crazy in here. These kids are crazy. One talks to himself. Another even gets mad out of no where." I whisper into the phone.

"Well you shouldn't have tried to kill yourself Harry!" She sighed.

"But I didn't!"

"You didnt?"

"Absolutely not."

"Well I guess you'll be in there for a while then. Goodbye Harry, I love you."

"Mum! Mum?!"

She hung up.

"What?" I growled slamming the phone down. I don't try to kill myself. All I remember is partying all night then waking up in my room. Losing my appetite for breakfest, I go inside my room to lay down. If she isn't going to come and get me, why not leave on my own. Staying here is not an opinion.....I know what happened to me and that was not what I tried doing.

I wait for it to become fairly dark outside to get myself together. Louis is still knocked out on his bed, when my small bag is being packed. That's when I start to hear small groans as from where I was sitting.