Psychotic [Larry AU]

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Waking up that Friday morning felt different. Very different compared to every other Friday he'd woken up to.

He rolled on his side, turning his back to a sleeping Eleanor. He clicked the button on his phone, squinting as the light blinded him for a second. It was 8 in the morning.

On a regular Friday, he'd panic and know he was late. But thank God the school has random off days for both the teachers and the students.

Today was an Open Day for internship opportunities. Because Louis taught 3rd Years and they don't get intern experience until the last semester, Louis could sleep in and he wasn't planning on wasting it.

His eyes closed and his head swarmed with different images, each with a story of his own. One particular image that he couldn't quite make out though was the unfinished face of this mystery 'Harry Styles'. As far as that case was concerned, he only knew the boy's name and his charges.

Louis eventually dragged himself out of bed, listening to his muscles crack and stretch. He went to the bathroom, barely sparing a glance to his girlfriend and took a shower.

She could've been dead and here he was humming 'Billie Jean' by Michael Jackson.

He walks out after making sure his hair was clean, brushing his teeth and putting on his contacts. He looks to the bed to see it empty and rolls his eyes at his brain. Stupid non-existent paranoia.

He dressed up in black skinny's, a black tee and a checkered red and black shirt on top. He towel-dried his hair and hang the towel in the bathroom.

He walks into the living room and sees Eleanor with a mug of coffee in her hands and she was watching Family Guy.

"Morning."

She hums as a response and Louis purses his lips. What a grouch. He goes to the kitchen and makes himself Yorkshire tea to go, not wanting to stay in the house any more.

Besides, today he's meeting Harry for the first time and he can't wait.

He leaves with a mere good bye and she waves back at him. He rolls his eyes as he puts on his vans, grabbing his keys off the rack and making sure his wallet and tag are in his coat pocket, and leaving.

October was being really moody with them. Sometimes it was insanely cold and other times it was just bearable. There was no in between and nothing more.

As he drives to the asylum, he can only think about the worst case regarding Harry. What if he's delusional? What if he's mute? What if he's a ghost of his past self? Honestly, a lot can come out of his experience of possible murder.

Louis does not believe he did it.

For one, to have all those certified lawyers keep going back to court to get this kid out of this asylum should've been motive enough for the court to at least leave him in an adoption home or a children's home.

He was 8 years old at the time for crying out loud.

He pulls up to the asylum and sighs. He hangs the tag around his neck and walks in, unbothered as always. You come here for months on end, people tend to not look your way.