insanity // h.s

six

Song of the chapter- These Four Walls, Little Mix

Harry's POV

The waiting room was dead silent. The only sound that could be heard was coming from the nervous tapping sound that came as I continuously tapped my foot against the hospital floor. I held my face in my hands, taking deep breaths and trying to calm myself.

I know I'm dreaming the moment I hear the faint but familiar sounds of foot steps coming from down the hall.

'Wake up,' I keep thinking, 'I don't want to hear this again, wake up.'

But I couldn't wake up. I was trapped in myself, forced to hear the words for what seemed like the millionth time.

I saw the Doctors feet appear in me line of vision. He was standing in front of me.

'Don't look up,' I told myself, 'if you look up you're going to have to hear it.'

I couldn't stop myself, I looked up.

The young Doctor was standing there in front of me, arms crossed, eyes sad, looking as if he had missed many nights of sleep.

"Mr. Styles," his voice boomed, invading my mind.

I stood up from my chair, in front of the doctor, my heart was racing.

'Don't speak,' I told myself.

I spoke.

"Is she okay," my voice was just above a whisper, tired and worried were all laced together.

A frown formed on his face, adding to his discomforting posture, "I'm sorry, Mr. Styles. We couldn't wake her up. Katherine's heart failed during treatment."

I punched the wall.

That's when I woke up.

*********

The red numbers on the clock told me it was eight in the morning. I've been laying in bed for five hours, staring at the ceiling.

The dreams were back.

I stopped having them a month ago, but they were back.

I didn't want to get out of bed. I wanted to lay here, forever, and die. I couldn't take this anymore. I missed Katherine.

The loud buzzing coming from my night stand pulled me from my thoughts, Addie's name flashed across the screen.

I picked it up and hit answer, bringing the phone to my ear, "hello?"

"Harry? It's Addie," her soft voice spoke.

"I know," I told her, sitting upright, "I have your number saved into my phone."

"Oh," she laughed, "duh, of course you do, sorry. I was wondering if you wanted to get coffee with me today after my classes?"

Yes, I do, "no, I don't."

"Oh," she mumbled, "okay, sorry, I didn't mean to bother you."

You didn't bother me, I want to be with you, I like hearing your voice, "well, you did."

"Okay, actually I'm not sorry," she snapped, "we had a nice time yesterday, why are you being such an ass now?"

Because I don't want to care for you only to be hurt again, "I'm just not interested, okay?"

"Whatever," she huffed, hanging up the phone.

I'm such a dick.

I immediately called her back, but after a few rings I was sent to voice mail.