Ever since the day Harry told me he already knew me, I wondered what he meant. I've been at the facility for two weeks now, and I haven't been able to get it out of him. Every time I brought it up, he acted like he didn't know what I was talking about and changed the subject.
I've made a lot of progress with Harry and with Eleanor. I talk to Eleanor now, turns out, she's actually really nice. She understands more than I thought she did at first, but I'm still a little reserved about the whole "Luke Situation".
Harry talks all the time now. He talks to me, to Ed, to Elena, to Louis, to everyone. I'm glad I was able to bring the real Harry out.
Harry and I have grown closer than two peas in a pod. We are constantly together, except at nights, then we have to be separated. It's the rules. Even though I've only been here two weeks, I don't think I've ever made a friend better than Harry. We just fit together.
I had a feeling that today was going to be the worst day so far, though. Why? It's visiting day, and Luke is coming with my parents.
I spent the beginning of the day clinging to Harry. He seemed really confused as to why, but I didn't tell him why and he didn't ask. We've learned when to be concerned and when to just leave the other alone.
It was just after lunch when we were all ushered into the hangout room and called out when our visitors were here. Harry's grandmother rarely came to visit and he seemed convinced that today would be no different, and also seemed ok with that.
Harry grabbed a book and a beanbag and we settled into a corner, cuddled together. This was quite normal for us, we were "a very touchy pair of friends" in Ed's words. He was very used to walking into his room and seeing us curled up in Harry's bed reading or talking. Elena was also quite used to the same thing in our room.
I was praying that my family had forgotten today was visiting day, but I had no such luck.
"Chelsea Hemmings!" One of the workers called out into the room. I whined and curled further into Harry.
"Love, you've gotta go. They're waiting for you. You know, most of us here would love to get visitors." He whispered into my hair.
"Can you go with me?" I asked, frowning at the fact that he played that card.
"You know I can't. If I could, I would for you, but you know it's not allowed." I whined again, but squeezed his hand and got up. I walked slowly over to the lady and she lead me down a hallway to one of the meeting rooms.
My mother and father instantly jumped up to greet me. I endured the hugs, all the while Luke just sat there looking perfect, as usual. Surprise, surprise.
"Luke! Come give your sister a hug! Or at least say hello!" My mother commanded.
He sauntered over and wrapped his arms around me. I can't remember the last time he hugged me. I tentatively hugged him back.
"How ya doing, sis?" He asked.
"Well, I'm in a mental hospital, so..." I trailed off.
"Oh." He stalked back to where he was sitting.
"Oh, sweetie!" My mom cried. "We miss you so much at home! I can't believe it's been only two weeks! It feels like forever!" My father nodded in agreement.
"Well, I'm having fun.. I guess as much fun as you can have at a psych ward. I've met a ton of new friends!" I told them.
"Well that sounds promising. All friends who are psychos!" Luke grunted from the corner of the room.
"They're not psychos!" I shouted at him.
"Yeah, just like 'you're not depressed'" He retorted.
"I'm only here because of you!" I yelled back at him, tears welling up in my eyes. My parents gasped. Oh. I've never told them that my depression was because of the pressure put on me by Luke.
"What?" My father forced out.
"Oh..um.." I stuttered.
"You have one minute to explain why you are blaming all your problems on your brother!" My mom shouted at me.
"He's perfect! I'm not! Is that enough?" I yelled. I gravely gave them both a hug, gave a glare to Luke and left the room to go back to find Harry.
"Chelsea! Come back here!" I heard them yelling behind me. But I ignored them and continued back to my comfort zone. And by that, I mean Harry.
I jerkily opened the door to the hangout room and quickly walked to the place where Harry and I were sitting before I had to leave. Harry was still sitting there, reading a book.
I collapsed onto the beanbag next to him. He put his book down and curled his arms around me. As soon as my head hit his chest, I started crying. I couldn't stop.
And he just stroked my hair all through it, whispering that everything would be ok, over and over again.
And because I was with him, I knew it would be.
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Heyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy
I'm in a gooooood mooooooooood!
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🎶YOU GOTTA PARTY LIKE ITS NOT, PARTY LIKE ITS NOT UR BIRTHDAY!! 🎶
.....that song is stuck in ma head... Sorry.....
How do you party like it's not your birthday? I'm just wondering...
I GOT DEMI LOVATO TICKETS FOR CHRISTMAS!!!! AND THREEEEEEE 5SOS SHIRTSSSSSSSS!!!!!! WHOOOOOOO HOOOOOOO!!!!!!
I had a huge cup of Pepsi earlier........
Love youuuuuuuuuu!
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