Mental Institution, N27.

33: flashbacks

"Are you completely sure about this?" Jade asked worriedly, following behind Harry in a quick pace as he looked through her profile.

"Yes, this is so unfair for her. I want her to get better not worse. Depression shouldn't be something you go to mental institutions for, Thirlwall. That's why I stopped admitting patients with depression. Parents seriously know nothing about that dark feeling and being trapped in a hospital and be forced to take antidepressants isn't the solution."

"But, she refuses to leave patient number 27 's bed. You know that."

"She will comply. She trusts me."

"Perrie."

The sad woman looked up from her position on the bed at the curly haired man hovering over her from where he's standing, she kept a blank face as she looked at him, a look of worry etched to his face while hers was blank. The emotions felt like they were drained from her body that she couldn't show them on her face.

Harry kneeled down in front of her and took hold of her wrist, she eyed him curiously and watched as he took a deep breath.

"I'm taking you out of here." She furrowed her eyebrows as she listened to the words that was meant to comfort her in horror. She backed away slowly and clenched her fists around the sheets of the bed she was laying on with betrayal in her eyes. She never wanted to move, she wanted to stay where he stayed.

"Listen to me, you have to. This place is making your condition worse and I care too much to see you die before my eyes slowly and painfully like that."

"I don't-" Perrie began in a weak voicr making everyone that was watching to look at her in shock for it was the first time she said anything after Zayn's death.

Harry's jaw went slack as he saw her struggle with her voice while she pushed the words out of her mouth with difficulty as she pleaded him silently with her eyes.

"I don't want to l-leave. I will s-stay here." Rough and hoarse, her voice was so low and rough from not talking at all and the few words that left her mouth left everyone speechless.

"If I gave you something to remember him by..something to make you feel like he's always by your side..will you listen to me?" Harry offered carefully as she looked at him with uncertainty. He pulled a picture out of his wallet and placed it on her palm before her eyes left him and focused on what he had given her.

Zayn's picture.

"Perrie." She heard her name being called but she didn't answer as usual, her eyes fixated on a single picture in her hand as she quietly sat in the room Louis told her to wait in.

Her hair covered her blank face as Harry walked closer cautiously, hiding the small box behind his hand as he sat down on the floor on his knees in front of her making her break her gaze and look at him with curious sad eyes. He let out a sigh and used his free hand to cup her own as he gave her a weak smile.

"I wanted to talk to you." He told her quietly as she slowly nodded, taking in a deep breath and lowering the picture carefully to leave it on top of her hip.

"I- we've been living together for a few years now and we've grew closer than ever...I know we don't do much communication, which I don't mind at all by the way," he quickly corrected himself in panic as his eyes widened. She blinked at him and held her breath, looking at him with more interest now. "But you know that I'm in love with you and..I spent every day falling for you more and more and God, when you kiss me sometimes I feel my heart race a million times faster than it's normal rate. The emotions I'm experiencing, Perrie, are deep hopeless love for you and you only. I want you with every meaning of the word, will you marry me?" He took his hand from behind his back to reveal the box with a beautiful diamond ring in it.