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FIVE.

There’s a nurse in the corner of the room, watching carefully as Gemma put a plate in Harry’s lap, full of veggies and rice, perfect for a sick person. Sick? He’s not sick, isn’t he?

“Gemma, I don’t have a cold,” Harry tried to protest, “I don’t need this or the nurse.”

“Well, I don’t care Harry,” Gemma said, not even looking at him, “As long as you’re here, I want you to behave and be healthy, that means, I say the rules under this roof.”

Harry turned his head to see the nurse and tried to smile, but she doesn’t seem very lovely. In fact, she is scary, like she could crack your bones in any minute if she wanted to. She’s big, with red hair and freckles in her face, but even if she looks nice, her looks tell otherwise.

Damn it. She’s right. Harry can’t do anything because Gemma has been really nice to him. Although maybe the nurse is a little too much. It’s not like he’s going to go away or something. He’s not mental either. Besides, Harry is mad at Louis. This is all his fault. He doesn’t even want to see him.

And speaking of the devil…

“A nurse? Really? Oh god…” Louis said getting out of under the bed, peaking at the edge to see Harry, pressed on the headboard.

The bell rang and suddenly, Gemma is flying out the door shouting a ‘Coming!’ running to attend the door. Right, again… she’s the owner of the house.

The nurse then approached to the bed, tugging Harry into the covers and arranging his pillows.

“So here’s the deal kid,” the nurse said, “I don’t care if you’re mental or whatever, if you try to do anything stupid, I’ll stop you, even if it takes for me to take you down.”

Louis wrinkled his nose, showing disgust towards the bitter nurse. “She won’t stop us, right Haz?” Louis turned to see Harry but Harry ignored him, looking straight into the wall in front of him.

“I’ll get your pills, don’t move,” the nurse said before she got out of the room.

“Wait, what?” Louis said, suddenly worried at what he just listened, “not the pills.”

Louis started to walk fast inside the room, biting his nails, trying to think. He won’t let Harry take those pills. Those pills are going to… kill him.

“Okay, so it’s decided, we have to get out of the house,” Louis said, taking Harry’s hand from the bed, “Before Gemma and the nurse come back, yeah?”

Downstairs, in the door, Gemma was arguing with Austin. “No way Austin, Harry is sick, you can’t come in.”

“Gemma, I need to see him,” Austin said, almost pleading, trying to explain to Gemma, “I know he’s crazy and—,”

“YEAH!” Gemma said, interrupting him, “He’s crazy, so that’s why he needs to be alone for a while, so please don’t bother just go away,” Gemma said before closing the door right in front of Austin’s nose.

But no, Austin is not giving up so easily.

“C’mon!” Louis said, shaking Harry for him to move, “Snob face, c’mon!!” Louis pleaded one more time shaking Harry to get out of bed but no, Harry didn’t move.

“Look, I need you to believe me in this one curly,” Louis said almost shouting, “They want to kill me, they do! And we need to get out of here fast before they… succeed.”

Still no reaction from Harry. “So you want to be one of them?” Louis asked, “Be a grown up and eat broccoli like ‘Oh look, broccoli, so tasty’? That’s beyond disgusting!! M’ telling you!”