✔️STRONG [L.S]

[18]

{HARRY'S POV}

* May 24th, 2014*

I woke up slowly, my vision slightly blurred. I sat up, finding myself on a bed pushed into a corner. The rest of the room was bare, and the floor and wall's were white. Across from me I could see a large, metal door. A small window was placed in the center of it. I stood up carefully, walking toward's it. I tried to pull it open, but found it was locked. My heart pounding against my chest, and I tried looking out of the window. Suddenly, a face was looking at me through the glass, and I jumped, backing away. I heard a faint click as the door was unlocked from the outside, and swung open.

"Mr. Styles! Glad to see you're awake!" A doctor stood before me, placing a hand on my shoulder. He led me from the room, and down an unfamiliar hallway.

"W-where am I?" I asked nervously, eye's flickering around at my surrounding's.

"Don't worry. We're still in the hospital. Your parent's are here. I'm just gonna have a nice chat with you and them both." That's when I remembered what happened in the waiting room. My palm's began to sweat nervously as he opened the door to a new room. I saw my mum and Robin sitting across the room in front of a desk. Robin was my step-dad but Gemma and I treated him as our own. She stood up quickly as soon as she spotted me.

"Mum!" I cried, running over to her. She held her arm's out, and I flung myself into her chest. I buried my face into her neck, holding her tightly. A sob ripped it's way from my throat, my body shaking.

"Shh....baby it's okay..." She whispered, finger's running through my messy hair. She pulled me down beside her on the small couch, but I continued to cling tightly to her, face still hidden under her chin. She just whispered soothing thing's into my ear's, hand rubbing my back softly.

"Mrs. Cox..." The doctor began, sitting in his chair behind the desk. Her grip on me tightened, as if to protect me from what word's were going to come out next.

"We would like to run a couple test's by Harry to help check his "mental status" concerning what happened in the waiting room. As I told you over the phone." He said, flipping through some paper's on his desktop.

"Yes sir....anything that could help." She said, her voice quiet and sad.

'See! Everyone think's you're crazy!'

"I-I'm not crazy!" I yelled, voice shaking. I squeezed my eyes shut, finger's clenching into my mum's shirt.

"I'm not crazy mum I swear...." I whispered into her ear, tears slipping down my cheeks.

"It's the voice! It won't go away! Please just get it out! I'm not crazy!" I pleaded.

"It's okay Harry. We're going to help you." The doctor said slowly, as if he were talking to a mentally challenged person.

"It's not me! It's the voice! Just get the madness out! He's made me do bad thing's! Very bad thing's!" Sobs started to shake my body, and I began to tremble.

"What kind of bad thing's Harry?" The doctor asked cautiously leaning forward on the desk. I shook my head frantically, image's of Louis popping up into my mind.

"Baby, please tell us!" My mum pleaded, tear's spilling down her own cheek's.

"It's all the voice's fault!! He made me do it!!!" I screamed, pulling my knee's onto the couch, burying my face in them. My arm's wrapped around my head protectively, and I rocked back and forth.

"I didn't want to do it!!!" I felt my mum's hands on me.

"Harry, you're scaring me! What did you do?!" She sobbed.

"Harry please!" Dad pleaded from beside her.

"It wasn't me!!" I screeched, finger's clenching into my hair.

"Harry....what did the "voice" make you do?" The doctor asked calmly, taking charge of the situation. I found him kneeling in front of me on the floor.

"I....I hurt him!"

———————————————————
LOVE IS GIVING HIM THE POWER TO DESTROY YOU, BUT TRUSTING HIM NOT TO.