Make A Wish [Narry au] (slow updates)

[6] Harry

[Happy late 4th of July]

Things are changing.

They think they figured out why Zayn has such drastic mood swings. He's going to go into "testing" to see if they're right. It's hardly testing at all, really. They're giving him the medication for it and keeping him for a week or two to keep track of his behaviour to see if it works or not. 

In that time, he's not going to go to our "therapy" group anymore. He must probably won't get to see anyone except for doctors, unless they let his family visit. And he's also going to be poked and prodded at, as if he were an animal. Today was the last day he was going to be at group sessions, and it didn't go very well for him.

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3 hours earlier

The doctor had just told us the news. Zayn wasn't going to be coming to group sessions anymore for the time being. At first, I think Zayn was okay with that, but about 30 minutes into the session things started getting rough for him.

"We're gonna miss you, mate." Liam said, offering Zayn a slightly hesitant pat on the shoulder. That's something Liam has been getting better with, touching us without freaking out, s long as it was on his own terms.

The rest of us vocalized our agreements. Well, except for me of course. I just nodded in agreement and offered him a little smile, one that wasn't returned. I don't think Zayn liked me very much, he was always glaring at me, and finding things to do with the other bids that didn't include me. I guess it's kinda hard to include a mute kid in anything though.

It was then that Zayn lost it. He started sobbing into his hands, his shoulders shaking with each soon that left his body. We ended up holding him the entire rest of the session. And instead of being able to tell him it would be okay, I just stroked his hair awkwardly.

When it was finally time to go, the doctors had to come in and give him a shot to calm him down. It worked almost instantly. It's scary to watch your friend (if I can even call him that) go from a screaming teenage boy throwing a fit, to a motionless lump on the floor. I mean, he was still breathing and everything, but that didn't make the sight any less scary.

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"You know I feel bad for Zayn. Having to be locked up for so long and given a medication that may not even work. Why couldn't that have thought of this earlier. Like it only took them 17 years." Louis said from behind me, startling me.  I jumped, and if it weren't for his arm wrapped around me I would've fallen right off the couch.

I snuggled deeper into his chest, slightly nodding my head so he knew that I had heard him. The tv was the only noise after that, both of us consumed in our thoughts I guess.

I wonder what he's thinking about. If he's thinking about Zayn and how he's doing so far, even though we'd seen him 3 hours ago. If he was wondering what my voice would sound like if I had one. (which I don't and it completely and utterly sucks)

I grabbed the white board that say on the table in front of the couch, nearly scribbling words down and handing it to Louis.

'Watcha thinking about?' it read. Louis smiled.

"Thinking about how cool it is to have you as a friend." He answered, hugging me so hard I thought I was gonna pass out. I brought my hand up to my neck and made slight, (what I thought sounded like), choking noises. He giggled and let go.

"See, you're awesome!" I took the white board back from him.

'But not awesome enough to be your best friend?' I pouted.

"Of course we're best friends!"

'Best friends.'

"The absolute best of friends, my dear Harry."

Best friends.

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Sorry it's short, don't kill me.

I'm gonna try to do a double update

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