Who Won The Girl (Harry Styles)

Chapter 51

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[Harry's P.O.V]

''Can I see my brother?'' I ask the security guard, I haven't seen him ever since we've been locked in here. I weirdly missed him; it was almost like this mental hospital thing was more teaching me to value things I lose than teaching me to not be mentally stable.

''No,'' He bluntly says, without giving me a second look. Funny how such a simple word could unleash so many feelings. Anger and irritation being the main ones.

''Come on, Ian. I feel awfully lonely.'' He flinches into attention at the use of his first name. 

''Lunch times are for socialising. Right now, you're meant to be writing your feelings onto a piece of paper as told to do.'' He crosses his muscular arms that don't seem to intimidate me one bit. 

''Please?'' I crack a smile. He shakes his head and I decide to obey his rules. If he wants me to write my feelings on a piece of paper, that's exactly what I was going to do. I sit on the little stool and begin to write on a crinckled piece of paper that's been here ever since I woke up, along with a sharpie. 

How do I put this? I've been thrown into what seems like a cell for a week for no reason. I've had loved ones, school, opportunities all taken away from me- for no reason. I have to live with only seeing the girl I can't get enough of half an hour a day. How can you ask me how I'm feeling when you already know the answer? I'm trapped in my own guilt, if anything, the reason for the majority of my overthinking and possible mental problems will come from this place alone. I will get out one day, but I only ask for one thing, the only thing I have left really, and it's to see my brother. Happy, Ian?

I confidently pick the piece of paper; the work of art of my true feelings, and hand it over to Ian. His small eyes widen whilst he reads the paper and I take that as a good sign. Perhaps he's understanding, maybe sympathising with me. My thoughts are proved wrong as he scrunches up the paper. 

''What are you doing?'' I try to snatch it off him but I'm hopeless compared to his strength.

''If anyone sees this, you'll get in trouble.'' He whispers whilst tossing it in the little bin at the corner of the room. 

''What? Why?'' I seemed to never get my questions answered here.

''Because, you're threatening this place. I'll let you see your brother, but don't do that.'' He says through gritted teeth. ''I can't say any more details, but I think you're better off not writing things like that.''  I don't question the man as he goes through his back pockets, takes out a bunch of his keys and begins to unlock the door.

[Alexis' P.O.V]

''Class, for this project you'll need to pick a partner.'' The teacher announces. My natural instinct is to snap to Harry but as soon as I do, it makes me feel more empty inside. I'm surprised as Mai makes her way over to me; I even look behind me to make sure it was me. We haven't spoken for months and somehow, I had moved on and didn't want to be associated. 

''What, why?'' I tell her when she smiles at me. 

''Hello to you too,'' Her wide brown eyes lower in rejection. ''I just, I want to be here for you. You seem lost without those brothers.'' Her usual flirtatious and confident behaviour was no where to be seen.

''Where were you the past few weeks? I really don't mind, I'm not lost. I just miss them.'' I lie whist crossing my arms. 

''Give me a chance, I'll talk to you about everything tonight. Come over at my house after school, please,'' She begs.