Who Won The Girl (Harry Styles)

Chapter 49

 [Alexis' P.O.V]

Anne's hands shakily reach for the phone that won't stop ringing. Her replies are very short and sharp until suddenly, her eyes widen and her phone drops to the floor. 

''What is it?'' I put my hand on her shoulder, Gemma furrowing her eyebrows. What could possibly be worse? 

 Anne continues to dart her eyes at the pale wall. Her pupils seem almost blown; she's completely and utterly speachless. ''Hello?'' I hear the woman from the other line from the phone that still lies on the floor.

I scramble to get a hold of the phone and take a deep breath, ''Hi, sorry about that, what is it? What's wrong?'' Did they tell Anne how long Ross would stay for? Optimistically, she could be too happy for words, maybe they're going to let him out soon.

''Hi, er Mr.Harold Styles here..'' Just the mention of his name makes my heart sink. The incoming possibilities of what this could be about hit me one at a time. I try to tell myself not to jump to conclusions and tell the woman to continue. 

''What about him?'' I look at Gemma who's still confused.

''He's going to be taken in as a patient as well. We're concerened about his behaviour-'' The woman continues to ramble on about scientific possibilities and how it could be genetic but I drop to my knees. The emotional pain that overtakes is much stronger than the pain of my knees hitting the hard floor. My Harry. They're locking up my Harry.

I imagine his face when they take him in and my heart almost shatters. I can't seem to take it in yet; as cliche as this sounds, my life will be nothing without his presance. I love him too much to even accept the fact he'll be locked up, in the same place as his brother. He can't be mentally ill. Someone mentally ill couldn't love and care as openly as he would, not just to me, but to everyone.

I watch Gemma pick up the phone as the same reaction happens, almost like dominos. I start to become more angry at myself, really. If I hadn't come here and interfered with any of this they'd be a happy family. I added fuel to the already existing fire between Ross and Harry going through the years. That's it; it's my fault- I found the cause. I won't let myself take the blame anymore. I won't sit here and cry all day long.

''What did he do!?'' I almost scream into the phone and I can tell the woman is taken back; she was used to the very silent reactions. 

''Calm down, ma'am,'' She had the nerve to tell me.

''How could you tell me to calm down?! Tell me what he did! There's nothing wrong with him, absolutely nothing. I've known him for so long I know that for a fact!'' I yell and watch Gemma and Anne take eachother into an embrace. This has been a chaotic day. 

''We're concerned about his mental stability. Since he is more a less a part of his brother's, as we've been told. His actions earlier were very abnormal, we're-''

''You're assuming!'' I interrupt. ''He's fine! I can- I can bring the police into this,'' I say in a lower voice, my threat still coming across.

''We're sorry you feel this way but the police has no input in what we do,'' I clench my fists at her reply. Of course they do.

''Well I want to see them.'' I don't wait for her answer and hang up.

''I can't believe this,'' Gemma purses her lips. I've never realised how strong she was as a person, both her brothers were locked up and here she was comforting Anne and I. 

''Neither,'' I shake my head, wiping the tears that still haven't stopped.

''You're going?'' She asks when I get up and Anne's eyes finally move to me and I nod.