Insane (COMPLETED)

Chapter 14

Chapter 14

Harry let out a quiet 'ow' as the doctor injected the needle into the bleeding flesh on his side to numb it. He squeezed my hand so tight I swear he almost broke a bone.

"It's okay Harry," I whispered in an attempt to calm him down. His eyes were sewn shut and wouldn't open much like how he was in the car. He was in so much pain and it hurt me so bad to see him like this.

"It'll all be over soon," I continued, running my thumb over the back of his hand.

I momentarily studied the doctor, a deep scowl covering his face. His greying hair was slicked back with way too much gel and his brown eyes were locked on Harry's cuts.

"So, Mr. Styles, how'd this happen?" The doctor asked my boyfriend, his tone annoyed.

"I-" Harry began, but I cut him off.

"He'd rather not talk about it, okay?"

It's none of his business. He doesn't need to know what happened to Harry, he'd probably think he's crazy and put him on some unneeded medication.

"That's fine, but if someone did this to you, Harry, it's my right to know." The doctor continued.

Harry shook his head, his brown curls shaking. "I did this to myself,"

Great. I was hoping Harry would just keep his mouth closed for once.

The man picked up a damp towel and began cleaning up the blood on the surrounding skin.

"You did this to yourself?" He asked, with no concern in his voice at all.

"Yes," Harry confirmed.

"Why?"

"None of your business,"

Harry's voice has turned harsh, his voice louder than what's appropriate.

"It is my business. I need to know that you didn't use something that could infect the skin,"

"I didn't."

"What did you use?"

"What the fuck do you think I used?" Harry is full on screaming now, his face turning bright red and the veins on his neck sticking out. "What's the thing most people use to cut themselves?"

"Mr. Styles, I need you to calm down!"

"No! Fuck you! You don't tell me what to do!" His arm flung to point at the doctor, his hand knocking things off the table beside him.

Shit. Not here. Not now.

He kicked his legs, his foot forcefully hitting the doctor's stomach. I forcefully held Harry down, stopping him from messing the doctor up. He had just started stitching Harry's skin.

He pushed me off of him, his large hands clawing at my arm.

"Don't touch me, Louis! I don't want you!"

I ignored his harsh words at me. He's just upset and in pain. I know he's going to be crawling back to me even if I choose to let his words affect me and leave him after. There's no point in getting mad over this.

"I'm going to call security in here if you don't calm down!" The man yelled over Harry's obnoxious voice.

"Please calm down, Harry. Just let the doctor finish his job and we can leave. It'll only be a few minutes. Just be quiet."

He ran a rough hand through his hair and let out a loud sigh, his chest pumping up and down. "Fine. Just hurry the hell up," he instructed to the doctor.

He rolled his eyes and continued to stitch Harry's side. I wanted to slap Harry for his behavior but it would only cause a scene. He did this to himself, it's nobody's fault but his. I crossed my arms over my chest and shook my head as Harry looked over at me with big eyes. He expects me to hug him or hold his hand after that ridiculous tantrum? Not going to happen.

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A huge bandage was placed over the stitches, small splotches of blood showing through it.

Harry didn't say a word as I thanked the doctor for being so patient and understanding as he worked on my boyfriend.

"Has he, um, always been like this?" he paused at the word 'this', trying not to offend Harry and I.

"Not exactly, he's been different these couple of days."

"Any idea why?"

"None," I lied. Chloe and the boy he almost killed is the problem.

"Well, if you have any questions, I'm always here to help."

"Thank you for everything,"

I met Maggie in the waiting room, telling her we were ready to go. We left the hospital, Harry's hand grasping his side as he made his way to the car. I refused to help him walk; I can't stand him after how he acted. It was ridiculous and completely uncalled for. I don't even want to touch him at the moment.

"So," Harry croaked.

"Don't even start. You're so fucking ridiculous." I interjected. I don't want to hear his argument for that. Kicking the doctor was too damn far.

"I'm sorry,"

"Of course you are! All you ever say anymore is 'i'm sorry'! But do you ever mean it? No!"

"I do-"

"Just stop talking."

Harry was silent for a moment, his fingers tapping on his leg to a steady rhythm. His lips were pursed to keep from talking.

"Why are you always so mad?" He finally whispered.

Did he seriously just ask that? You have got to be kidding me right now.

I slammed on the breaks, Harry's body slinging forward slightly. We were parked in the middle of a virtually empty parking lot, my car the only one in sight.

I let out a faked, annoyed laugh and turned my body to face him. "Why am I always mad? You want to know why I'm always mad? Maybe because you go around thinking you can do anything you want and not get in trouble for it. Maybe because you almost fucking killed someone! Maybe because you kissed some random guy right in front of me just because I was talking to Chloe! You fucking selfish bastard! You dig a razor in your skin as far as it could go and you expect me not to get mad at you? Do these things just not register in your brain? You scream at me and get mad when I yell at you back! Why don't you know right from wrong anymore? You're not the Harry I fell in love with. I'm looking at a stranger."

Harry's head turned away to miss my gaze, his eyes facing the floor.

"Look at me!" I screamed, making both Harry and Maggie jump. She's been silent this whole time.

"Why can't you go through one day without acting like a total psychopath? One of these days, I'm going to leave you! I can't do this anymore." I finished, slightly out of breath.

"You can't leave me." He shook his head, his eyes watering. Great, now he's going to cry.

"And why not?"

"You make me strong Louis,"

I laughed at his statement, his words obvious lies. He just needs a punching bag to let his emotions out.

"Right! That's a good one. Please, go on!"

"Louis,"

"What?"

His hands bunched up in fists and he swallowed thickly.

"I'll kill myself without you."