*Harrys pov*
Its been a week, 7 days of torture. She still hasn't arrived back at the ward, not even a hint of her coming back. I've stayed seated on her bed, each day got gradually longer and barely bearable. I haven't once left this ward, just incase she came back. I've let it sank in every so often that maybe, just maybe her note was true, that she wrote that shit. Maybe she didn't have enough time to write a full letter, it just seems too muddled up to be from her, she seemed so set on everything else but me.
I don't get how she can just leave like that, not a word just a letter. Its day 8 today, the day that I've actually decided to move off my arse, get cleaned up and search for her. I scrub my face clean, trimming the small chin hair i've gained and brushing back my hair. I stare back at myself, my eyes are dark, the purple circles round my eyes from loss of sleep, the outline of my cheek bones and my dehydrated spotty skin scream forget about her. That's the thing, I cant. Its been a week and im still the mess I was when I first met her. The first time I laid eyes on her, id watched her mother and herself walk in through the entrance, she looked so timid, fierce and not an ounce scared of this shithole. Id made it then to make sure I could get any chance to talk to her. She seemed so off limits, none of this bullshit from boys. Our first proper introduction was in the cafeteria, Alice knew her part and she played it pretty damn well. Up close she was beautiful, just like my Kim, exactly like her. It didn't end too well, she didn't seem interested in me. Zayn, she liked him. He has this mysterious era about him that drive the girls crazy. And when he pressed his lips to her cheek that exact night, I couldn't take that, kissing her was satisfying but not enough.
A loud knock muddles her features from my mind and im left with Zayn stood in the door way. "You need to get the hell out of here before they call the police." I let out an airy groan, what the fuck have I done now?
"What for exactly?" I stare back at him.
He shuts the door, handing me some money. A lot of fucking money. "They caught you trespassing, you know with your criminal record they lock your ass up." I push the money in the front of my pocket, this is the last thing I need. "Just get your self away from here, out of Seattle and don't come for a while." He whispers.
I shake my head. "No way, I need to find her." I mutter, he shake his head.
"We both know she isn't coming back for shit. So do something good and get yourself back on track." He mumbles inches away from my way.
I push against his chest, watching him stumble back. "Fuck off, im not going anywhere until I find her." He needs to get that implanted into his thick brain. He shakes his head.
"You don't get it do you" He laughs. "She's gone because of you, the amount of times she came running to me, the way she'd let me tou-" My fist collides with his cheek before I let the arsehole finish his sentence. My fist collides with his face again, and again. My fist starts to become numb as I repeatedly hit him. I watch his body become limp beneath me, the smirk falls completely from his face, his breathing slows down and the blood begins to cover his features. I bring myself off him, kneeling down at his side, tapping his cheek.
"Za-" I nudge him again. Nothing. I shake his shoulders, "Zayn com-" A loud shriek fills my ears, I look up to see her hands grasped against the door handle, her eyes begin to fill with tears as I reach her. I muffle her screams with my mouth, "Sh-" Her fists bat against my chest, her finger nails dig into my wrist as she tries her hardest to escape my grip. Her teeth suck into my skin, and I draw my hand back.
I watch her legs collapse beneath her, "Yo-u mons-ter" She whimpers, I bend down directing my attention to her, she looks directly ahead at his lifeless body.
