Who Won The Girl (Harry Styles)

Chapter 50

[Alexis' P.O.V]

''You don't understand, they're both in a mental hospital.'' I explain to the police officer. Why was everyone so hopeless? 

''Which means they're mental,'' He shakes his head and uncrosses his muscley arms. ''Look, little girl. We don't have time for this, we have real problems ahead of us.''

Little girl. I grow angry at his attitude. Surely, the police were here to help and not insult me. ''They're both unvonluntarily at a mental institute!'' I shout and fist my hands by my side. I felt like I was constantly screaming and nobody could hear me.

''Unvoluntarily? They didn't choose to go?'' He finally listens. I don't even realise there is a circle of police officers around us witnessing the scene. 

''No. One was automatically sent by a therapist and the other was magically claimed to be mental when he stood up for his brother!'' More and more people gathered around.

''Isn't that illegal?'' A man with a much deeper voice says from behind me.

''Indeed it is,'' The police officer that called me a little girl only seconds ago was finally listening. He plays with his moustache in thought before finally opening his mouth to speak. ''What's this hospital called?'' 

''I..I don't think it has a name.'' I thought they'd laugh at my reply but they grow more concerned. ''I remember checking the website and they didn't have a specific name. They just called it a hospital. They didn't even have some sign at the top of the building.'' 

''It's the one on St.Mary's road,'' He concludes as he takes out his radio from his pocket. I furrow my eyebrows in confusion; where was this going? ''People have been making claims about it but they'd always go missing after. They probably didn't do anything to you because you were with other people, could've been a risk. We're going to have to start an investigation on that place.'' 

I almost jump in triumph as the men start to move around but part of me stops me. The part that wonders what if the hospital does anything to me; the part that wonders what they even do to people there and why. I was so exhausted after the day of finally getting something done about this.

It's been a whole week without him. Never have I felt so empty; he'd always bring this joy and love in my life that I had always acknowledged but never thought would leave such an impact if it left me, even for a day. I was bombarded with questions at school, that made me feel even worse, especially letting the unconvincing lies leave my mouth. I see Mai and Zayn happily holding hands together; they're ever so happy yet don't even realise what's happening. It wasn't Mai's betrayel to me that I hated most, rather her contribution to making the two brothers despise eachother even more. 

Everyday I would pretend he was with me. I'd imagine him making witty jokes, but it was just me replaying past ones in my head and smiling to myself. I'd also imagine him scowling at Ross from across the cafeteria, but there was no Ross. 

It's finally going to be over, I know it. They're going to come out, this joke of a hospital will get sorted, and hopefully it was just a lesson to them. They'll be the best brothers around and noone has to revenge another. Noone has to bring back this memory and noone has to hold a grudge. But that only happens in perfect worlds, and this isn't a perfect world. 

My mind is dizzy from the mix of optimistic and pesimitic thinking and I begin to wonder how I made it back home through cars and traffic, without the slightest focus evident in me. 

I'd visit both of them almost everyday and I notice how the guards always take caution from me. They never leave the room when I'm with Harry, and every time I'd promise I'd do something to get him out, It's like it threatened them in a way.

[Mai's P.O.V]

''She's lying, Zayn,'' I sigh as I look at my full plate without an ounce of appetite. 

''What do you mean? Alexis never-'' He begins.

''Lies, I know. She never lies. But trust me, the Styles brothers are not on holiday together. They're in a mental hospital.'' I put my hand over his; he has to trust me on this one. I know why he wouldn't, I'm not a very trust worthy person if I'm honest with myself but I'd be that just for him. 

''What?'' Zayn bursts out laughing and places his drink back on the table. ''I know you haven't have the best past but mental hospital? Come on, babe.'' 

''I'm serious,'' I sigh. How do I put into words my mother is the manager of a mental hospital and she tells me everything any other way? I can't. I promised my mum I wouldn't tell anyone what she worked as or she'd put me in there too. 

''How would you know?'' He raises an eyebrow at me.

''Because, I found out when I saw Anne Styles yesterday, she's always been good friends with my mum. Ironic right?'' I force a smile. 

Zayn narrows his eyes at me and taps the seat next to him. ''Come here,'' I make my way next to him and he puts his hand on my shoulder. ''You know you can tell me anything, right?'' He asks and my nodding seems to be even harder with his hazel eyes staring into mine.

''Good,'' He hugs me. I feel so venemous, I've always felt this way. It's almost like it's been genetically past down by my mum. I probably should convince her to let them out but she's always been jealous of Anne Styles since childhood and found the perfect opportunity to get her back, she won't let it go that easily. 

My mum barges in the door and Zayn and I snap up at her arrival; she said she'd be home at eight o'clock and it's five. 

''Zayn,'' She stiffly waves.

''Hello,'' He sits up from his lying position. 

''Mai..may I talk to you for a second?'' I start to get concerned; why would she suddenly come in, earlier than usual, with a panicked face and ask to talk to me? What have I done this time?

I fight off all the assumptions, ''Sure,'' I give Zayn a look of approval and he nods as I follow her upstairs. I watch her pace around the room for a few seconds before sighing. ''What is it?''

''They found out,'' She bites on her nails. ''The police have asked to inspect the hospital tomorrow morning! They found out. They found out, Mai.'' 

''Calm down, who told them?'' I already knew the answer to this.

''That Alexis girl, I knew something was suspicious about her. I shouldn't have even trusted her. Once I actually had a bit of humanity to feel sorry for her and let her see them, she calls the police.'' She sits on the bed and puts her face in her hands. 

''It's okay, you can always you know..fix things?'' I don't know what to say right now. I had no words of comfort for someone who didn't really deserve comfort.

''Fix things? Like what, hide the bodies we've killed from insanity?'' She laughs at me. 

''How are you laughing at that? That's insanity,'' I whisper, I forgot Zayn was even downstairs. I know I had a tough time accepting how my mother is and I don't think I'll ever get used to it; but I learnt how to adapt. They were two different things.

''I know I'm insane, don't you think I've realised that a long time ago? I just never knew this day would come.'' Her brown eyes that would always occasionally turn maroon look at me bluntly in irritation. 

''Your mess, you have to fix it.'' I shrug as I walk towards the door.

''Don't speak to me like that,'' She says through gritted teeth. ''just remember what I could do to you if you don't obey me.'' She reminds me and I swallow the lump in my throat at the endless possibilities, before turning to face her again.

''Sorry mother,'' I look down.

''Good. Now here's the plan.'' She smiles.