Never Forget *Narry*

6. Harry Told Me You Kept A Diary

Written by intoyour_arms

So, this part is a little shorter than normal but Annette's had a shit time with her computer since it's had a virus and stuff and had to re type this whole chapter from memory on her phone so she admits it's not the longest of chapters, but hey ho.

Also, every single time someone asks me to or tells me to or even mentions the word "update" you can guarantee that I will flip the fuck out on you and I will purposely hold back on whatever chapter I have written or whatever chapter is in progress just for the sake of pissing those people off, because they piss me off. Like, for example, Annette sent me this chapter 2, or 3 days ago, and the only reason you are only now getting it, is that some if you are total dicks and I am sick of you. Seriously guys, I have never wanted to do this before in the whole time I've been on wattpad, but it am seriously considering doing a TheWayYouLookTonight on all of you because I am frankly just fed up of all your shit. I'm sick and I have had the shitest possible last week ever so do not fucking test me.

Enjoy.

"So you're saying, and this is simply my interpretation of course, that Niall, granted his injury and whatnot because of how serious it is, should not be left unattended once he is released?" Harry was going on a full blown ramble for the past ten minutes or so and I'm pretty damn sure he was talking about fucking nothing.

Honestly, if I hadn't promised Louis that I'd try and be nice to the fucker I'd probably have already thrown my freaking wheelchair at him. Of course that would require me to be able to move my body at a quicker pace than minus seventy miles an hour while using whatever muscle had managed to cling to my bones over the past two weeks in this hospital room.

To say things weren't looking good was an understatement, that was for sure. Things were simply going downhill at a rapid speed and it seemed every single meeting with Dr. Sheeran, or well Ed since had some aversion to me referring to him as a doctor even though we were in a hospital, was just making things worse. I couldn't remember shit about anything and it was like he was asking me to spend 7 years at Uni to become a veterinarian when I'd gone to Uni for an art degree.

Did I even go to Uni?

"God fucking damn it! I think you understand that I need a full time babysitter, Harry. Ed's only said it twenty thousand times, you prick! So please, fucking please just shut up." My head was pusling and my emotions were so out of sorts lately that I'd almost given up trying to keep them under control. If anything, the only time I ever seemed to feel some relief was when I had my eyes closed, or when Harry was gone, though I seemed to have my eyes closed more times than Harry wasn't in the same room as me.

He was like my own personal stalker, and yes, I wasn't blind to his attractive features, or his rather husky voice, but when you wake up and the only person who seems to give a fucking damn about you is a stranger, it's all you can do not to kill said stranger with a syringe (I'm in a hopsital that really is the only weapon I'd be able to get my hands on, if it could even do enough damage to hurt someone). I just wanted to have Liam and Louis here with me, maybe even Perrie. Everyone else could go fuck a cactus for all the shits I give right now.

I really think these white washed walls are getting to me, I'm going to end up in mental instituion if I stay here much longer.

"Niall," Ed begins as he makes his way away from a sullen Harry, and shit, that really shouldn't be as painful to see as it is. I want to slap myself with a pole right now for putting that hurt on his face. I'm God damn bipolar, that is the only explanation for this hot/cold shit I seem to be stuck on.

"I know it's a lot to take in, but it's a lot for Harry as well, as your... roommate, he's going to have a lot of responsibilty to deal with. Head injuries are the most unpredictable injuries and he is right to be so cautious. Don't get testy because he's nervous for you, focus on the good. He cares enough to ask the same question as many times as he can so that the answer to it is clear and simplefor him, alright?"