Loving Mr. Styles (One Direction(Harry) Fanfic).

Chapter 18

That night I received many calls and texts from Harry. He seemed panicked each time and needed me to come round. Finally I gave in and drove to his place.

His face was stained red with tears, his arms red and blotched with him scratching, lamps smashed, chairs thrown. It was fair to say Harry was a mess. I don't know what brought this attack on but it was one of the worst I had seen. He said it was to do with seeing a therapist, 'they' didn't agree with it. 'They' said they'd hurt me if I didn't come round. I comforted Harry for a few hours, he held tightly on to me, his bedroom door closed, blinds shut and left all the lights on apart from those that were broken. I managed to fall asleep just after five in the morning. Waking up at 7am.

Harry sat still on his bed staring into space the occasional tear rolling down his cheek. His hair was scraped back his whole body shaking.

I didn't know what to say. The 'voices' and 'people' were torturing him. I was scared of what they could lead Harry to do.

"Did you get any sleep." I whispered my voice shaking.

He didn't reply.

"Would you like some breakfast?" I asked standing up.

"Stay in this room. You can't leave." He said so quiet I could hardly hear him.

I took one of his hands, it was cold and clammy.

I sat beside Harry for the next three hours, he wouldn't let me out of his sight.

"We should get ready to see the therapist."

"I can't go." He said without looking at me or moving.

"Well if you can't go to her, she will come to us." I said taking Harry's phone to call her.

"You should go shower." I said.

"Fine." He said standing up, he acted like a newborn fawn, trying to find his feet.

"Are you okay?" I asked grabbing Harry's arm to give him support.

"Dizzy." He said, I helped him to the bathroom and then called the therapist:

"Tanya speaking, how can I help?"

Her voice sounded soft and aware.

"Hi, this is Grace. I'm calling on behalf of Harry, Harry Styles."

"Yes, what seems to be the matter?"

"Harry had a really bad night, he hasn't had any sleep, he's smashed things around the house saying the voices lead him on. He won't leave his room to come to the session today. I was wondering if you were able to do a home visit?" I explained the situation and waited for an answer.

"I'll visit today, this can't be a regular thing though. I'll be there for half past one." She said everything so calmly and kind.

As soon as it was 1:30 the therapist arrived. Harry was still silent, he seemed to be thinking but most of the time he had a blank expression on his face. I welcomed Tanya in and she took a seat opposite Harry. I offered her a glass of tea but she just took water.

"Hi Harry, it's nice to meet you. My name is Tanya." She held out her hand to greet Harry.

Harry kept his arms folded not acknowledging her.

"You told me you hear voices and see shadows?" She questioned.

-silence-

"Look Harry, if we are going to sort this out you're going to have to speak." She said kindly.

"I was fine yesterday. Why has it come back?" He questioned softly and slowly.

I put my hand on Harry's shoulder for support.