Identity (Harry Styles FanFic) BOOK 1

Chapter 20: Their Here

Chapter 20:

Their Here

My heart was racing and my palms were sweating. If any of the staff saw me, I'd be...doomed. I guess this is what you do for your family, spend all your hope just to see them again. Even if it means sacrificing being caught by the police again and brought back to the people who call themselves my parents. Just do it. Go for it. My feet move themselves without any warning, and I move towards the hospital. The snow makes a funny noise beneath my combat boots as it compacts underneath the rubbery sole. My satchel bounces against my hip, heavy files and tons of pictures in there. The warn drawing of Mom and Dad was still in my pocket. These things, the only belongings I had as of now, were things I'd keep forever. I open the hospital door, keeping my sleeve over my hand, making sure not to leave my prints anywhere. The receptionist at the large white desk writes a few things down, in fact I'm pretty sure she's doodling. Her purple scrubs offset the bright yellow sweater she was wearing. Her thick brimmed glasses made her icy blue eyes look creepy, and her entire body was plump. I read her name tag, Theresa. I cleared my throat before I began to talk.

"Are Mr. And Mrs. Styles in?" I ask. She glances up at me, a disgusted and annoyed look on her face. I try my best not to scowl.

"Room 271." She says after clicking through some things on her computer I couldn't see. "Family or friend?"

"Family." I say with pride. She raises an eyebrow at me, her stringy gray hair pulled into a messy ponytail. As I turn around I finally release the scowl that I was threatening to throw at her. My feet move quickly along the cement tiles, slightly squeaking with quick movement. I walk into the elevator, pressing the up button with my sleeve over my thumb. The doors close and I begin heading up one floor. My breath is shaky as the elevator dings, signaling I was there. I step out, cautiously looking for room 271. I walk and walk, eagerly looking for it. I stop dead in my tracks at the sight of room 271. I don't know if I could do it. This is what I've been waiting for. Even if I didn't know it, this is the moment I've been waiting for since I was two years old. I can't move. I am paralyzed. I finally release a breath I hadn't realized I'd been holding, making my way to the door. I grip the door handle, not caring now to cover my hand up. I open the door, grinning widely.

"Dad, Mom-" I'm cut off as I look at the empty room.

"There's the girl! There she is!" I hear a voice boom. My heart begins racing. Oh no. They weren't here. They'd left. I whip around and see two officers running towards me.

"Shit..." I cuss. As again, I wasn't one to swear, but at certain times, it was appropriate. My eyes scan the room quickly. There was no way I'd get away fast enough. My heart was pounding and I rush to the window, trying to open it. It flys open and the wind hits me in the face. The squeak of their shoes and booming voices are getting closer. My hands tremble as they grab a hold of the side and hoist myself up. Do it. I tell myself. Just as I go to jump, someone grabs me and yanks me down. I scream, kicking. "No! No!" I squirm.

"You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law. You have the right to have an attorney present during questioning. If you cannot afford an attorney, one will be appointed for you." He says, reciting the Miranda Rights. Tears sting my eyes. It was over. I was definitely going back.

Harry's POV

Ariel was driving since I wasn't too good for that as of now. We'd left the hospital at 10:00, a day late due to the investigation. It was quiet, and I couldn't stop thinking of the little girl. Ariel reaches over and takes my hand in hers, smiling slightly. I could tell she was doing it more for herself than for me. I bring it to my mouth and kiss the back of her hand.