Mental Institution, N27.

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Nothing.

She got nothing out of Zayn, he was furious when she spoke those words. He couldn't handle remembering it all over again and for a moment, Perrie was scared of him. He looked so angry that she had to take a few steps back. This was harder than she thought.

"Zayn please answer me!" She begged him to speak, her eyebrows furrowed and her chest rising and falling from all the yelling she was doing, he wouldn't listen, he was too stubborn.

"I said no! Just because I accepted you as a friend doesn't mean you can get your nose in my life without my permission!" His face was read as he pointed a finger at her, she took a step back.

"I just want to help you! I'm not just your friend, I'm also your doctor! I have every right to know things about you!" She screamed in his face, taking a brave step forward now,she was so annoyed by the fact that he didn't open up to her, he did when he was on that date with her, what's so different now?

"I've had enough of this, obviously you're getting nothing out of me so give up already and leave." His voice cracked at the end, her face softened and immediately went to touch him but he backed away from her, "Leave..just leave."

Her heart ached but she left anyway, she was furious that he refused to say anything and was so upset at the same time at how he pushed her away, she wanted to be there, to hold him but he obviously didn't want that and that hurt her.

Her fist clenched as she pushed the door of her office open, she was furious, everything didn't make sense to her, too many questions and too many unknown answers. Who was she supposed to ask? Who was she supposed to lean on? Who was supposed to help her? She doesn't know and that frustrated her. She needed to know everything now.

Michael Clifford, Michael Clifford, Michael Clifford. She knew him, she knows she does but she can't put her finger on it, she squeezed her eyes shut and walked back and forth, The name is familiar, so familiar. I just have to remember. She was pushing and pushing herself til she felt a headache hitting her. She sighed and ran her hand through her short hair, her fingers massaging her skull, trying to ease the pain.

Michael Clifford, Michael..

Michael!

That should be him or she was going to fall back into the sea of questions she had in her head, she stopped walking and took a deep breath before storming her way to Harry's office, doctors and nurses were giving her weird looks but she didn't care, she just wanted to see Harry immediately.

She pushed the door open and slammed the door behind her making Harry stand up, shocked. She would've laughed at his face but right now, she wasn't in the mood.

"Harry," She stopped and took deep breaths, her hand resting on her knees as she catched her breath. Harry rushed to her, his eyebrows furrowed with confusion.

"What? What happened? Are you okay?"

She let out a breath and finally her breath was steady again, she stood properly and held onto his hand tightly, "Harry..do you remember Michael?" She asked, her eyes full of hope.

"Michael?"

"Yes, Michael Clifford! We knew him!"

"Michael Clifford? That prick that used to flirt with you every fucking day?" He raised his eyebrow at her, she nodded her head quickly.

"What about him?"

"A few days ago I was searching my office for..files and I noticed that one of those files belonged to a guy called Michael Clifford, his name sounded familiar but I couldn't remember him so, today I was thinking about that file over and over again and it hit me,Harry. It could be him!" She was holding her coat tightly in her hands now, doing that puppy eyes to make him believe her.