It's Only Harry...

Chapter 17

I wake up to an unsettling feeling in my stomach. As I try to remove myself from the bed, I realize I'm not at home when the strong arm wrapped around me tightens. I know for a fact that it's Harry but I don't remember coming back into his room or changing into the clothes clung to my body. I quietly hiss at the sour feeling in my stomach. Slowly retreating from Harry’s hold, I make my way to the bathroom. As I quietly close the door behind me I suddenly feel the rising bile in my throat. I’m going to vomit. I rush to the toilet just as the vomit reaches the back of my throat. I try to stay quiet only for the sake of Harry coming in here. I couldn’t let him see me like this; I don’t even know what’s wrong. The sign of any food in my stomach is in front of me. A new feeling comes upon me, confusion? Everything starts to be in slow motion when I move my head. My eyes are frantically looking around with a blur as if I’m drunk. What’s happening? My body stops every movement. I can’t speak or move any part of my body. I stare off into space only until darkness takes over.

Harry’s POV

The beam of light from the window shines into my eyes causing me to groan. I reach over to grab Nichole; she’s not there. Quickly sitting up, I hear a faint sound. Mumbling? Whimpering? It wasn’t loud enough to sound like someone having a conversation. Getting out of bed to figure out the mysterious sound, I pull up a pair of sweatpants. I open my bedroom door revealing the whole flat. Nothing. I begin to make my way to the bathroom, the sound becoming more noticeable. I open the door to reveal the sight in front of me.

Nichole.

Her body is jerking in sudden movements on the floor and she’s foaming at the mouth. She releases small grunts in between each jerking motion, her eyes rolling back into her head. Realization brings me out of shock when I understand what is happening. She’s having a seizure. I use the little knowledge I know about seizures quickly approaching her side. I sit up against the wall and pull her between my legs. Her head rests just below my stomach as my legs wrap around hers. My hands keep her head still waiting for the episode to pass. How long has she been in here? This couldn’t have been happening to long, right? The thought of her having a seizure longer than 3 minutes causes a burst of apprehension. Her jerking begins to ease as I try to talk her back into consciousness.

“Nichole, can you hear me?”

“Nichole!”

“Nichole, wake up!”

Her body eventually relaxes in my hold coming back into perception. Nichole’s eyes slowly flutter open.

“Nichole, can you her me?” I repeat.

She nods her head in confirmation.

My mind races on what to ask next. After seizures, the person isn’t aware of their surroundings. They’re unsure of the date, who people are, their own name. So I begin with just a couple basic questions.

“Do you know who I am?”

She doesn’t answer. My heart breaks a little, but I brush it off; desperate to just hear her voice.

“Do you know what day it is?”

“Nnnnoo.” Her voice hoarse and emphasizing the ‘n’.

“Do you know how old you are?”

“Ssseven….seven….seventeen.”

She begins scratching at her wrist urgently. Her nails digging deep into her skin. I grab her wrists and pull them apart as she tries to fight back.

“Hhhaairrr.” She says through a clenched jaw.

I’m confused by her statement. What about her hair? It was a mess that’s for sure. Not only did my mind quickly click, I pulled up the sleeve of the sweatshirt to reveal the black hair tie around her wrist. The scratches she inflicted to herself earlier bleeding like little scrapes. I don’t worry about it as I pull off the tie.

“Do you want me to pull up your hair?”

“Yesss.” She immediately says.

I’m not exactly sure how she wants it, but I know it doesn’t hurt her when her hair is pulled. So I attempt one of her messy hairstyles at the top of her head removing her hair from her face. I laugh at my manageable do for her at the moment and sit with her longer.

The awful smell I hadn’t realized till now catches my attention. It smells of vomit. It makes me want to throw up as I comprehend where it’s coming from; only because we’re placed right next to it! I quickly flush the commode of the unpleasant contents.

“Harry?”

Nichole questions instantly breaking me from my thoughts.

“Wha-what happened?”

“Ha, I could ask you the same thing.”

(A/N: HUGE apologies for not updating for almost a year! My life has been mega busy and I didn't have the motivation to know how to continue the story. But now, with some spare time, I've had nothing better to do and my imagination is growing wide again. Please comment and share with piers, as I don't really care how many votes I get. I just want lots of reads and comments on everyone's opinion. Follow me on twiter: Let_Me_Love_Lou. My tumblr is hipstaplease-itskayle.tumblr.com. Thanks and love all of ya!! xx<3)