The Neighbor // H.S

Chapter Fifteen

Harry's POV

I felt like I was floating through an empty hole. Everything around me was black. I was alone, but somehow I felt at ease. It was like I wasn't there. Like only my body was there but not my soul. As I listened closer, I could hear a faint beeping noise. It was slow, but it was there.

My eyes fluttered open a little. Sitting across from me was a woman. I couldn't make out the face, but the body looked familiar. I closed my eyes again briefly before they opened again. Then I recognized her. It was the girl from that night in France. My body had the sudden urge to fully awake.

The next thing I knew, my body was shooting straight up in the air. I was gasping for a breath, while looking for the woman. Why was she here? In my room. Then I realized I wasn't in my hotel room anymore. 

My arms were being pulled back by cords that were attached to me. The beeping noise was only getting louder. Instead of black, everything was white. It was bright and smelled of chlorine. I let my eyes adjust and I looked around the room.

I was in the hospital. I looked down at my body and noticed that I was wearing only a hospital gown. The sheets that once cover my body, were down at my feet now. I rubbed my head, trying to figure out why I was here. I couldn't remember anything that had happened to me the day before.

My silence was soon broken by the sound of laughter. In walked Mitch and Clare.Mitch had a sandwich in his hand while Clare was holding a bottle of water. They were deep in a conversation. Clare and I connected eyes first which caused Mitch to stop dead in his tracks. It was like they were running towards me at full speed. Both with worried expressions on their faces.

"Harry! Are you okay?" Mitch asked as he hurried over to me. 

Clare followed and placed her hands on my shoulder. I looked at them both. I should have been asking that question.

"Why am I here?" was all I got out.

Clare and Mitch exchanged a look. Mitch looked down, breaking any eye contact from me. I raised my eyebrow. What did they not want to tell me. 

"Guys, what's wrong? Tell me!" I spoke a little louder.

"You overdosed Harry. I-I found you. You've been out of it for two days now." Mitch finally spoke up.

That's when it all started to flood back to me. I remembered that night in Germany. I was feeling like shit. I remembered the bottle of liquor. The pills I popped. I must have taken too many. But I would do anything to have that feeling back. I was numb to the world for once in a whole month and it made me feel alive.  

I was so ashamed at the same time. I was never one for drinking. Let alone drug use. But yet I had let myself spiral. I had gotten to depressed and instead of telling someone I tried to self medicate. Now I had caused myself to miss two of my shows. 

"Do they know?" I asked Mitch.

"Who?" He said with a confused face.

"My supporters. The fans. Do they know I overdosed?" 

Mitch looked down at his shoe and laughed. "You really care about having a positive role on their lives huh? No. They don't know. Jefferey said that you were sick and had to push two dates back." Mitch replied.

I nodded. Now I just wanted to get the hell out of here. I pulled on one of the IVs in my arm. There was some gauze within arms reach. I unrolled it and slowly pulled the IV out of my arm. I wrapped the area with gauze to stop the bleeding. Mitch and Clare were looking at me like I was crazy.

"What the hell are you doing bro?" Mitch questioned. 

"I'm getting out of here. I'm fine now. Let's go." I said as I swung my legs over the bed rail. I placed my feet on the ground and stretched.