Apocalypse [h.s.]

Chapter thirty six

Harry

When my eyes opened I felt an instant urge. A familiar urge in the pit of my stomach, and I immediately jumped up from the bed and ran to the bathroom. Vomit gushed out of my mouth, my eyes tearing up. I sat down on my knees on the cold linoleum, leaning my head into the wall. My body staggered over to the sink, and I splashed some water in my face. There was a towel on top of a dresser, which I quickly grabbed and patted my face with. My reflection in the mirror disgusted me, made me shudder. I looked dead. Right away when I had looked up, my head had started throbbing. A headache and vomit. Was I sick?

There was a knock at the door, and someone entered. I slowly shuffled back into my bedroom, seeing the young woman from before walk into the room. When she saw me she stopped and commanded me to lie down. I did so, not because she told me to but because I really didn't feel like standing. Wrapping myself in the blanket, I felt my body shake. She studied my face, and wrote something on her notepad.

"Yeah, I thought you'd experience hangover-like symptoms," she said and looked at me. "Headache, loss of memory, throwing up."

"How did you know I threw up?" I asked.

"We have security cameras in your room and it's connected to my phone so I can see what you do in every room at any time."

I frowned. "Should've figured."

She nodded. "Is your body in need of food?"

My eyebrows slanted inwards. "That was a very robotic way of asking me if I was hungry."

"No, it's not the same. If I had asked you if you were hungry you would've given me an answer based upon whether you wanted food or not and that's not what I'm interested in. By asking if your body is in need of food, I get an answer that is based upon if you need food to function properly, which is exactly what I want right now."

Sighing, I sat up a bit. "It probably is but I really don't feel like eating right now. I still feel sick."

She continued her robotic way of speaking. "You not wanting to eat is not my problem. We don't need to hear about your emotions, we need your body to function properly. I'll bring you some food in a bit."

She turned on her heel and walked towards my door. I was left astonished. Then I remembered something.

"Violet!" I shouted, feeling my heartbeats speed up.

Slowly, she stopped and turned to look at me. Before answering she sighed. "You shouldn't be concerned with Violet right now. Get some rest and I'll bring you food."

"I don't wanna rest, I want to know where Violet is!" I shouted, getting more and more furious as I stood up. "Where, the hell, is my girlfriend?"

One of her hands went into her pocket as she backed away. "Your girlfriend is in another building. You can't get to her so there's no point in trying."

With a groan I surged forwards and pushed her into the wall. She twirled and twisted in my firm grasp but it was no use. I had her now, I had a way to get out. Suddenly I felt a sharp needle in my neck, and my body felt weak. I fell to my knees, holding onto her, before everything went black.

~

They put me in a different room. All the luxury I had been given before had been taken away, and I was now left with a room of blue walls and bright lights, containing nothing but a bed. My legs weren't tied, neither were my arms, but it wasn't to much help. The space they had given me was extremely small. By small I meant I was able to take two steps before I hit the wall. They were still providing me with food and water, as they still needed me to function for whatever they were doing with my body. Four days I had been there now, and they still hadn't told me. Neither had they told me what they had done with Violet. All I knew was that she was in another building. Or so they said.

It wasn't my usual doctor, Mrs. Darling as I had learned now, who entered the room. It was a male doctor. He had light brown hair, green eyes and a strong body I could tell. His muscles were visible through his shirt, and as I studied his face I could see freckles on his nose. There was something in his eyes that assured me that he wasn't going to hurt me.

He stopped at the edge of my bed and sat down. "Harry Edward Styles," he said, and his voice was deep as the ocean. "How are you feeling?"

I sighed and gritted my teeth, feeling my stomach yearn for food. "Fine," I said.

A genuine smile formed on his lips and spread to his eyes, showing off the smile lines by his eyes. "Yeah, I'm sure," he answered, which told me he totally saw through me. "I'm Dr. Dean Winchester. I'll be checking up on you from now on."

I furrowed my eyebrows. "Why the sudden change of doctor?"

His eyes narrowed, like he was trying to tell me something. "Let's just say I requested it."

Searching for answers in his face, I narrowed my eyes. "How come?"

"I wanna help you, Harry," Dr. Winchester said and smiled brighter, putting his hands on both his knees. "I know your Violet."

My chest grew a size bigger in that moment. It felt like my heart was gonna beat out of my chest any minute. Warmth spread throughout my entire body, and my hands started to shake. My body jerked up.

"Violet," I uttered in a whisper. I felt my voice get weak, and my eyes started to water. "Where is she? How is she? Is she alright?"

"Yes, she's okay now that I've taken care of her," he said with a reassuring smile. "They weren't treating her very well, and I got an immediate sympathy for your Violet for some reason, so I took it upon me to take care of her. They weren't given her any food, only water, but don't worry. I've started sneaking food in her room, so she's a lot stronger now than she was."

Something I struggled with was trust issues. After Fabio had betrayed me, it was stronger than ever. I narrowed my eyes at him skeptically.

"I don't believe you," I said. The happiness in his face faded into disappointment.

"Styles," he said. "I know it's hard to trust me. I'm a stranger that works with Global Makers. But you've got to believe me. I got here by mistake, and I don't even wanna be here anymore."

"Then why are you?" I barked. None of this made sense.

"I have no choice, I signed a contract," he said. "But I would really like to help you and Violet and your friends. If I have to stay here, I wanna at least do something positive with my position. Please trust me and let me help you."

I gazed him with anger and distrust in my eyes. Something moved inside me, and I saw her face. Saw her smiling face. Saw her happiness fade away. I swallowed and looked into Dean's eyes.

"You really know where Violet is?" I asked with uncertainty written all over my lips.

With a nod he smiled, a smile filled with warmth and kindness which assured me I did right by trusting him. "I can take you to her. But not quite yet, I need to have a steady plan and do it at the right time."

I nodded and sighed. Oh, how I longed for her. How I craved her. I could practically feel Violet's hair between my fingers, smooth like silk. Her scent came to me, that sweet mix of vanilla from her lotion and flowers from her perfume. I hated not knowing how or where she was. It put me in complete and utter agony.

Global Makers weren't gonna get away with this.

It was war.