Mute [A One Direction Fanfic] -Amy's Adventures Book 2-

Chapter 14

~Louis' POV~

I hear a loud crash as I enter the living room, then Niall yelling.

"Harry, please don't do this!" He exclaims, his voice ringing through the house. Liam looks at me, his eyes wide, and I run up the stairs, quickly finding a frantic Amy.

"He's locked in his bathroom and he won't come out!" She says, scared out of her mind. "He took the key with him!" I nod, smiling a bit.

"Follow me." I say simply, running towards my own room and opening my door. I run into my bathroom, Liam and Amy on my tail, and open one of the cabinets, rummaging around until I find a silver key, which I hold up triumphantly. "There's another key." I say, and we run back out of the bathroom.

"Harry, don't do this!" Zayn yells as I approach Harry's door. I slam it open and Liam, Amy and I run in, our feet pounding against the wooden floor. Niall and Zayn quickly move out of the way when they see my key, and I put it into the lock. I hear a crash from inside the bathroom and the door swings open to reveal Harry lying on the ground, his eyes shut and a bloody piece of glass in his hand. I ignore the bleeding cuts on his wrist and lean over, shaking him lightly.

"HARRY!!!" I scream, tears running down my face. Niall starts yelling into his phone, and what seems like seconds later I hear sirens, Liam leaves, and soon there are paramedics picking Harry up and carting him off, trying to save his life. I stare at the ground, my mind frozen on the image of Harry's lifeless face. He looked so guilty, so angry at himself. I can't believe I never noticed. I'm a horrible friend.

~Harry's POV~

When I open my eyes I curse silently, finding myself in a hospital room, still very much alive. I don't deserve to live, so why did they save me?

"They said he'd be awake soon." I hear Niall's voice from the other side of the door as it opens. When he walks in he sees me and smiles, turning around. "He's awake!" He exclaims happily, bounding into the room and hesitating when he gets to the side of my bed. Liam, Zayn, Louis, and Paul follow him in, all with looks of apprehension on their faces.

"Harry, are you okay?" Zayn asks cautiously, and I shake my head. I shouldn't be okay, I shouldn't be here at all. Everyone is silent as I examine the bandages wrapped tightly around my wrist, keeping me from bleeding to death. If I remove them, would I die before anyone found me?

"Harry, why would you... do that?" Liam asks, frowning. I look pointedly at Louis, who shakes his head.

"Harry, it isn't your fault that Trent did that, to either you or me. I'm okay now, see? And so are you." He insists, sighing when I shake my head again. I'm not okay, I'm disgusting. And it is my fault that he hurt you, because I was an idiot and didn't listen. It is my fault.

A doctor walks into the room, his expression sad. He looks at me and smiles a little bit, whispering something to Paul, who frowns and whispers something back. I look at Louis again and he walks over to me, sitting on the bed next to me and hugging me. I don't realize that I'm shaking until I feel myself moving against Louis' chest, but he just holds me tighter, letting me hide a little but still see everyone.

"We are not doing that!" Paul exclaims suddenly, glaring at the doctor.

"I'm sorry, but it is not an option. I promise that this is for the best." The doctor replies, loud enough that everyone can hear him.

"What's going on?" Louis asks, his arms still holding me to his chest.

"They want to put Harry in a mental institution." Paul says, still glaring at the doctor.

"He is not mentally healthy, and this is the only thing we can do. He should have been institutionalized as soon as his muteness was confirmed, but your friend Mr. Cowell insisted that he was fine. Now it is quite obvious that he isn't, and I'm afraid there aren't any other options." The doctor says, looking at everyone but Paul, who's face is growing red.

"You can't just sent him off like that!" Niall protests, and I bury my face in Louis' chest as everyone else in the room starts to argue with the doctor. As their voices raise my mind flashes back to Trent and I scream, silencing everyone immediately. I look around slowly, finding everyone just staring at me.

"You scared him." Louis says simply, attempting to keep himself calm for my sake.

"He is not healthy." The doctor replies, shaking his head. "He is leaving in two days, and there is nothing any of you can do to change that. I'm sorry, but this must be done."

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I hug Louis tightly, not wanting to let go. My two days were spent packing and saying silent goodbyes. Liam called my mum and told her what happened, and she insisted on coming down to see me. She helped pack, a small smile on her face, but I could tell that she was disappointed. Everyone was disappointed, but I'm not surprised. That's all I am. A disappointment.

Louis is the only one who came with me on the drive to the 'mental hospital', as it's apparently called. You make it sound like I'm insane, not depressed. Yes, I know I'm depressed. I'm not stupid. Well, maybe I am, but still.

"Harry, when you get out I'll be there. I want to be the first person to see you." Louis says, trying to bring some noise into the quiet car. Paul is driving, apparently he's in charge of taking me, but he hasn't said a word around me since we were in the hospital. He's probably disappointed, too. Or maybe he's just given up on me, like the rest of them should. I've given up on me.

"We're here." Paul says quietly, stopping the car. I open my door and step out, looking at the building I'll be living in for who knows how long. Until I 'get better'. Paul grabs my suitcase and the three of us walk up to the building. Before I know it Paul is talking to the person behind the front desk, telling him who I am and whatever else he needs to do since I apparently can't do anything myself. Another man comes out of a door next to the desk, smiling warmly at me. It's pretty much clear that Louis and Paul will have to leave now.

"Bye, Harry." Paul says, hugging me gently, like he's afraid that he'll break me or something.

"Bye, Hazza. I'll see you soon, alright?" Louis asks, knowing he won't get a response. He hugs me tightly and I hug him back, then they're gone, and I'm left alone with the two men. The one behind the desk returns to his computer, and the other one gestures for me to follow him. I walk into the hallway behind the front desk, following the man into a room where a bunch of people do a bunch or random things, whether it's searching my suitcase or me, removing my shoelaces for some reason, or just saying something to the man who is still standing next to me, his stance suggesting that he doesn't plan on leaving any time soon. I guess I won't be, either. Most of me just wants to give up, but one little part wants to make Louis happy, wants to get me out of here so I can see a smile on his face. Maybe I should try to get better, for Louis.