Wickendale

Chapter 1

A/N: This is a Harry Styles fanfiction. None of the other boys will be involved, sorry for that. Well... I may or may not have lied in that previous sentence.

The cover was made by the lovely acquiesce- so go follow her!

Don't copy this story, it's not cliche and I don't plan on it ever being that way.

--Kat's POV--

"Katrina, do you want to go eat breakfast?" The nurse asks. She's so creepy. Her black hair falls limply around her face, her pale body is so thin and bony.

"Yeah, sure." I get up and the nurse escorts me to the cafeteria.

"THEY'RE HERE!" Crazy Al screams. "THEY'RE BACK! RUN FOR YOUR LIFE!" Nurses try to calm him down. They say he's schizophrenic and other stuff like that, but I'm not sure.

Old Non, an elderly woman who went completely bonkers after her husband died, laughs at Al.

I grab my food and sit next to her. She's quite nice, but if you're in danger, don't depend on her for anything.

"Little do they know that he's right," she chuckles, biting her toast. "They're back."

I smile and take a guzzle of my milk, staring at the goop this place calls eggs.

"Attention everyone!" A nurse yells. We go quiet. "Please welcome our newest patient, Harry Styles!"

Some people clap, and others laugh or cackle or do whatever the hell their sicknesses do.

Harry grabs some food and looks for a seat. I wave him over.

"Hi," He smiles.

"Hi," I say.

"KAT HAS A BOYFRIEND!" Non shrieks.

"No, I don't," I spit. Non quickly shuts up. She believes I killed my parents.

"Why are you in here?" Harry asks.

"I cut off my boyfriend's dick," I shrug. "He cheated on me."

Harry nearly spits out his juice.

"I'm totally joking!" I laugh. "They thought I killed my mum and dad."

He swallows. "I was framed for killing my four best mates."

"So you're sane?!" I ask, rather quickly.

"Yes, I am."

"Oh my god, thank god. I've been stuck in this nuthouse-"

"Ahem," Non says, furrowing her eyebrows.

"Excuse me, hospital, for two years."

"I didn't kill my bandmates," he says.

"I didn't kill my parents." I look him in the eye. "Do you trust me?"

"Yeah. Do you trust me, love?"

"Yeah. So, you'll believe me if I tell you a secret?"

Non gets up and dumps her tray.

"Yes, I will."

"I swear, this goddamned place is haunted."

After breakfast, I learn Harry's room is across the hall from mine.

I hear nurses talking "14629, Harry Styles, blah blah blah."

I'm patient 14626. The other two psychos that came in here after me killed each other in their sleep.

I sit in my room, staring at my feet, when a knock is at the door.

I open it, and Harry stands there.

"Hey," he says.

"Hi," I step aside so he can enter, and we sit side by side on my bed.

"We never really got a chance to learn about each other," he smiles.

"I'm Kat, I'm sixteen and I'm from Manchester."

"I'm Harry, I'm 19, and I'm from Holmes Chapel. I'm in a world famous band called One Direction, and my mate's girlfriend, Sophia, killed the rest of the boys and framed me."

"One Direction? Never heard of it."

"We were pretty big, even in 2012."

"It is 2012," I say.

"No, It's 2014."

"I'VE BEEN IN THIS NUTHOUSE FOR FOUR YEARS?!" I scream. "HI, I'M KATRINA AND I'M EIGHT-F*CKING-TEEN!"

A nurse runs in. "Katrina, keep it down, please."

"No!" I yell. "I've been in here against my will, surrounded by nutters for years! And you lied! I asked what year it was and you said 2012! I'm EIGHTEEN!"

"What's your point?"

"I should be living my life but NO! No one even considered to believe a scared, grieving 14 year old framed for her parents' murder! It's-" I feel a pain in my leg. Tranquilizer. "No! Harry! Don't let them do this! I'm not even nuts! This is how they get me to shut up, and it's unfair! Harry! Please!" Creepy nurses surround me, and I see Harry looking worried as I sink to the floor, the world disappearring.