The Baby Project {Harry Styles AU}

10. Freak Out

When we arrived I was the first one out of the car and to the door. I knocked frantically, shouting Louis' name as Melanie and Rosalie ran up behind me.

The door swung open and there stood a distraught Louis. 

"What happened?" I frantically asked as he opened the door wider for us to come in.

"I'll explain in a bit, can you just come help me?" Louis asked taking my arm in his hand. I nodded my head and Louis looked a Rosalie and Melanie. "The other boys' are in the living room, the door on your right, you could go in there and get better acquainted," Louis told them in the nicest voice possible, but I can hear the stress behind him words.

Louis led me down the hallway and into the kitchen where Harry sat in the corner of the kitchen as he rocked back and fourth. His hair a curly, sweaty mess and his body shaking like crazy.

"Haz, Kiah's here to see you," Louis said in a kind voice.

Harry stopped rocking back and fourth and quickly looked up at me, there was no denying the tears streaming down his face.

"You called her?" Harry said standing up, his face getting red with anger. "You fucking called her Louis?" Harry boomed now, hitting the counter with his fist, some pills flying everywhere.

"Harry, I didn't know what to do. I though she could get you to take your med-"

"I'm not taking that shit! It makes me go crazy Louis!" Harry yelled, pacing out of the kitchen and to he stairs.

"And you're not going crazy now?!" Louis yelled after him. Seconds later I heard a door slam and Louis huffed, sitting on the ground. I now look he time to observe my surroundings.

There is glass all over the kitchen floor and pill bottles all over he counter. Cupboards and cabinets are wide open and I can see a photo on the ground near a little shard of glass. I crept toward it and picked it up, looking at the picture closely.

"It's Harry and his mum."

I turned around and looked down at Louis who was weakly smiling up at me. I neared Louis and sat down next to him, sill looking at the photo.

"I think now would be a good time to tell me what the hell is wrong with Harry, don't leave out any details," I told Louis, setting the picture down next to me.

"Okay, well if we're starting from the beginning I guess I'll tell you how I met Harry. He had just turned fourteen at the time and I was sixteen, three years ago in 2011. We met at some random bonfire party and soon became great friends. I would go to his house almost everyday, which means I also knew a lot about his family. His mum was a sweetheart, nice and so caring. She would do anything for someone in a heartbeat, Harry really looked up to her. His dad on the other hand was a real douche. Harry's mum, Anne, never knew what happened when she wasn't around though."

"Harry's dad would beat Harry senseless without Anne even knowing. If she left for work, she would come home to find Harry with a new black eye or another bruise on his body. He always told her that he got into it with some bully at school, even though it was a complete lie. I was helping him through this all. Harry soon developed terrible depression, which led to him developing anxiety, causing scary panic attacks. The worse one was where he said he couldn't breath, poor thing."

"Anyways, through his awkward teenage years he dealt with his psychotic father beating him everyday and the everyday life of being a teen. I soon turned eighteen, Harry seventeen and then the incident happened. I remember it clear as day. I went to Harry's like any other day, but this day felt different. I walked into his house to be greeted by a strong scent off alcohol. I remember trudging upstairs to Harry's room and finding him curled in a ball on his bed. I knew he was having a panic attack."

"I set my bag on he floor and went over to his bed, sitting down next to him. He was muttering something under his breath that I couldn't figure out, but soon I heard him say over and over again 'Mummy no, dad don't kill her.' I asked him what he was saying and he said the same thing, but louder. I decided to call the police, to see if he was actually being for real, which they found out he was. They found Harry's mum lying in the kitchen with knife wounds o the chest. Harry completely lost it."

"They found out that Harry's dad killed her. It took the cops the remainder of the summer to find him, but they found him and he is now behind bars. Since I was basically the only type of family, I guess you would say, Harry had left, they singed custody of Harry over to me, him being seventeen and all. Harry told me that he no longer wanted to live in Cheshire, so I gathered my band mates and we all moved here. I enrolled Harry into school here in Essex and then he met you. I've never seen him happier in many months and I'm just hoping you can help turn his life around." 

I wiped a tear that escaped my eye and pulled Louis into a big hug, which he returned.

"You're a walking angel Louis," I whispered. I stood up and picked up all of Harry's pill bottles from the counter, also finding a cup and filling it with tap water. I trudged upstairs with my arms full of medication and knocked on the door with my foot. 

No answer.

"Harry, please open the door," I sighed. Seconds later I heard a faint 'click' and the door opened slightly revealing Harry. He groaned when he saw me holding his medicine, but I pushed pass him and set it all down on his perfectly organized desk. 

"I know Louis told you everything, I don't want you to pity me," Harry grumbled.

"Fine, I won't pity you," I said. I opened one pill bottle and dumped a pill into my hand. I picked up the glass of water and walked over to Harry. 

"Open your mouth," I instructed. He obliged and I put the pill into his mouth, giving him the water to wash it down.

"I'm sorry you had to see me like that," Harry said as I gave him another pill. I shrugged it off and continued giving him his medicine. "Are you gonna talk to me Kiah?" Harry asked with a sly grin. 

I ignored him and gave him another pill. As I was about to go set his water down, he grabbed my wrist, pulling me into his body and making me drop the water on the floor. Harry is sat on the edge of his bed and I'm now straddling his lap.

"Please, talk to me," Harry pleads, setting his forehead on mine. I played with the curls at he nape of his neck and he messed wit the hem of my shirt.

"I don't want to see you freak out like that again so please take your medicine," I whispered.

"I promise I'll take my medicine if you help me every time," Harry said with a cheeky grin. I rolled my eyes and he kissed the tip of my nose.

"Lets get some rest," i said getting off of his lap and under the covers of his cozy bed. Harry sighed, but got in after me. He pulled me close to his body and i snuggled close to his chest. I felt his chest rumble as he chuckled about something.

"What's so funny?" I asked with amusement.

"It's two in the morning," he said. I giggled and rested my head back on his pillow.

"Well, we need some sleep so good morning Harry."

"Good morning Kiah."

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two in the morning right now ahhhh.

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