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

Chapter 15

~Harry's POV~

I follow the man into another room that looks like an office, sitting down in a chair across from the desk while he sits behind it.

"I guess I should introduce myself." The man begins, smiling. "I'm Jason Morales, but most of the people here just call me Jason." I nod, not ready to trust this man yet. He seems way too happy, constantly. "Now then, the next step. You have to trust me or I can't help you." Jason says, immediately figuring out that I don't trust him. I frown, looking at my still-bandaged wrist. "Whoever sent you here probably said you were going to stay until you got better, right?" Jason asks, surprising me. I nod, still being extremely cautious, and he waves his hand, dismissing my unspoken words. "I don't particularly like that phrase, actually. It makes it seem like you're sick, when I know perfectly well that you aren't. If there's nothing wrong with you, why do you have to fix it?" I smile a little, starting to like Jason a bit more. "I'm not going to fix you or make you get better. I'm going to help you get out of the past, but I can't do that unless you let me. So will you let me help you?" I think about his offer for a minute then nod. Jason smiles warmly, clasping his hands together. "Then let's get started."

~Louis' POV~

I sigh, looking out the car window as Paul drives back to the house. All I can think about is Harry. How every time we pass a street we're that much farther away from him, how I want him to come out of that facility or whatever with a smile on his face. Maybe even talking. I miss Harry's voice, and I think everyone else does, too. I miss his teasing and his laughter, his terrible jokes and his weird smiles. Most of all, I miss his singing. The thing he loves most, stolen from him by Trent. I just hope that next time I see him I'll say I miss him and he'll say thee same thing back to me.

When we get back to the house I immediately walk up to my room and close my door. I want to be with someone else, but the only person that will make me feel better is stuck three hours away in some mental hospital that he shouldn't be in. I know Harry is depressed, but does locking him away really help anything?

"Louis? You alright?" I hear Liam ask. He opens my door slowly, poking his head inside and smiling at me. "Louis, this is for the best." He says, walking over to my bed and sitting down next to me. His speech problem has been getting a lot better, he only pauses like once every couple sentences now.

"I know, I just want the old Harry back." I say sadly, my thoughts still on my friend's smiling face.

"We all do. Everyone misses... him, but I don't think the old Harry is coming back. No amount of... time stuck in some facility is going to bring him back, and I don't think anything... will. Harry has changed, Louis. And we just have to... accept that." Liam says, finishing his short speech with a smile.

"I guess you're right, but it's still horrible. I want to see Harry come out of that hospital with a smile on his face and a bounce in his step, yes, but what I really want is for him to be happy again, you know? I want him to be carefree and cheeky, blowing kisses to the fans and messing up the lyrics on stage." I reply, and Liam nods.

"We all want Harry to be... happy, but can he be happy there? That's all I've been thinking about since the doctor said they were sending him... away. Harry needs to be happy to get better, and how happy could you be in a facility with a bunch of people... trying to fix you?" I shrug, knowing that Liam understands both Harry and I more than anyone else possibly could.

"The only way for Harry to really be happy is for him to be able to sing again, right? And he's so scared that something will happen to one of us if he says something wrong, especially after what happened to me. I think there's only one way to get Harry back." I say, realizing just then what we have to do.

"You're right, Louis. I know Harry doesn't want us to... associate with him at all, but the only way to make him feel safe again is to... catch Trent." Liam agrees, frowning.

"But how do we do that?"

~•~•~•~•~

Liam stays in my room for a few hours, the two of us just looking through our Twitters, occasionally showing each other a supportive or funny tweet. I know something is wrong when Liam freezes, his eyes wide. I immediately take the phone out of his hands, reading the tweet sent by a fan.

@0D4SOS: @Harry_Styles is depressed? I feel so bad for hating on him. I hope he comes back with a smile.

The tweet also has a link, which leads me to a familiar gossip site called Sugarscape. I've been on that site a few times, the lads and I used to go on and look at some of their articles to cheer ourselves up when we needed it. They sure know how to make you laugh, even if their extensive knowledge about us is somewhat creepy.

HARRY STYLES IS SUICIDAL?!

WE CAN'T BELIEVE IT EITHER

        When you see Louis Tomlinson and Harry Styles in the car without the rest of the band, your first thought for their destination is probably a Larry date, not a mental hospital!

        Earlier today the two were seen with their bodyguard and tour manager Paul Higgins going into a facility near London, and Paul was pulling a suitcase. They didn't seem to notice the paparazzi following them, although Harry did seem a bit on edge. We were in for a shock when more pictures were taken of them leaving, minus Harry. Was he put in the hospital? When is he getting out? Why is he in?

        We may just have an answer for the last question. Some of us noticed bandages wrapped around Harry's right wrist. It's pretty well known that Harry is depressed, you'd be too if you were hurt so badly you went mute, then your best friend was kidnapped by the same guy. But Harry being suicidal is a surprise to all of us.

        Let's hope that his time in the hospital will bring the lad back to his old self!

I read through the short article is disbelief, cursing myself for not thinking about paps. Of course someone would recognize us, we were in the middle of Plymouth!

"Liam, what do we do?" I ask, nervous. Liam just shrugs.

"I don't know, but wherever Trent... is he knows exactly where to find Harry now." He replies, taking his phone back.

"At least Harry is safe there. Safer than us, anyways." I comment, and Liam's eyes widen.

"Oh my God. I think I know what... Trent could be planning to do next." He says in disbelief.

"What?" I ask, confused about what Liam is thinking.

"He wants to make my life... miserable, just like Greg did. He knows the best way to do that is to make the lives of... my friends miserable." Liam puzzles everything out for me. "He's going to try to get you again. You'll be... stuck with him, which will impact you and Harry, who will continue to blame himself. If Harry is miserable, he could... try something stupid, which impacts the rest of you. Trent isn't going after Harry anymore. He's going after... you, Louis."