✔️STRONG [L.S]

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{THIRD PERSON POV}

The doctor sat down slowly behind his desk, staring at Harry's parent's with a solemn look on his face. He watched sadly as Anne clung to Robin, fresh tear's building behind her eye's. For Anne and Robin, this was their worst nightmare, seeing their child literally losing his mind and suffering greatly, was something they believed no parent should have to see. The doctor slowly opened the folder on his desk, one highlighted word hitting him full in the face. He cleared his throat, dragging his gaze upward's.

"After running a few test's on Harry, we have come to a conclusion about his mental status. I hate to say this but Harry has....." He took a deep breath before continuing.

"Schizophrenia...." Anne let out a loud, choked sob, digging her finger's into her husband's shirt. The doctor felt tear's well behind his eyes. This was the worst part of the job; telling the family the new's. He slowly slid a paper across the table, and Robin leaned forward, reading it carefully. It described the mental sickness in a simple way:

Schizophrenia is a chronic, severe, and disabling brain disorder that has affected people throughout history.

People with the disorder may hear voice's other people don't hear. They may believe other people are reading their mind's, controlling their thought's, or plotting to harm them. This can terrify people with the illness and make them withdrawn or extremely agitated.

People with Schizophrenia may not make sense when they talk. They may sit for hour's without moving or talking. Sometime's people with Schizophrenia seem perfectly fine until they talk about what they are really thinking.

Families and society are affected by Schizophrenia too. Many people with Schizophrenia have difficulty holding a job or caring for themselves, so they rely on others for help.

Treatment help's relieve many symptom's of Schizophrenia, but most people who have the disorder cope with symptom's throughout their live's. However, many people with Schizophrenia can lead rewarding and meaningful live's in their communities. Researcher's are developing more effective medication's and using new research tool's to understand the causes of Schizophrenia. In the year's to come, this work may help prevent and better treat the illness.

"Can it....can it cause him to lash out?" He asked quietly, looking at the doctor with sad, tired eyes. His mind drifted to only an hour and a half ago when he watched his step son hit Louis. He felt as though his heart had been ripped from his chest when he watched his boy dragged down the hall, screaming for help and comfort, a crazed look in his eye's. They went into Louis' room not long after, his parent's holding him tightly and sobbing. That was when him and Anne had found out something they never wanted to hear. Their son....had been abusing Louis for the past few month's. The loving boy he was though, had refused to press charge's against Harry, which they were extremely grateful for. But none of them could get past the fact that Harry hurt someone, especially Louis. But now it was all coming together, piece by piece. Robin slowly brought himself back to the present as the doctor opened his mouth to speak.

"Yes, I'm afraid so. He seem's to have a hallucination of a voice in his mind. Which is quite common actually. It can talk to him, threaten him, and make him do things he himself wouldn't want to do."

"Oh my baby!" Anne cried, and Robin held her tighter, praying to god that everything would be alright.

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*May 28th, 2014*

I sat alone in a chair in the hospital waiting room, keeping my head low as I felt several pair's of eye's on me. My parent's were at the counter, signing paper's for my release, and the others sat around me. Lou*, Paul, Liam, Zayn, Niall, and Simon. This had been the first time they had seen me since the night I tried to kill myself (besides Simon since he wasn't on tour with us), and I hadn't spoken a word.

Now everyone knew everything. The reason I hadn't been myself the past few month's.....They knew what Harry had done to me. My parent's told me they spoke with them privately about it, telling them not to saying anything.

I had broke down into a screaming, crying fit after they pushed me for more information after they saw Harry hit me. Then, they let the subject drop. I had been asked if I wanted to press charges, but I refused. How could I? He obviously needed help. People seemed to think I did as well, since they were sending me to a suicide prevention center. Why couldn't they see that there was a simpler, less time consuming solution? Let me die. That's all I wanted. Just as the thought crossed my mind, I felt a hand on my shoulder. I slowly lifted my eyes, seeing Simon smiling weakly down at me. I dropped my gaze, staring at my folded hand's in my lap.

"C'mon Boobear, it's time to go..." I heard my mum whisper sadly, feeling a hand softly brush my fringe from my forehead. I didn't look at anyone as I slowly stood up, following my parent's outside the hospital. As we walked across the empty parking lot, I felt the hair's rise on the back of my neck, and I turned around. My eyes scanned up the tall hospital wall's, and stopped when they noticed something. About two floor up, I saw a familiar shape standing in a window. I slowly lifted my hand and created half a heart, placing it against my chest.

"I'm Half A Heart Without You..."

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{HARRY'S POV}

*May 28th, 2014*

I sat silently beside the window, my gaze dragging over the parking lot. This was how I had spent the past few day's. I was alone except for when a nurse brought me food, and pills. My therapy sessions didn't begin until next week.

'They all think you're crazy.'

"Leave me alone!" I growled through clenched teeth.

'They don't love you, they think you're a worthless piece of shit! That's why they left you in this dump!' Tear's welled behind my eye's.

"THAT'S NOT....THAT'S NOT TRUE!!" I yelled, breathing becoming labored. Suddenly, my eye's caught something moving across the parking lot.

'Look it's his fault you're in here!' My heart thumped against my chest, and I stood up, pressing my face against the window. Louis. He stopped, slowly turning around. Although it was hard to tell, I felt as though he saw me. What he did next however, proved to me that he did. He raised his hand to his chest, forming half a heart. Tear's spilled down my face, and my hands splayed across the glass. I smacked it hard when he turned around, following his parent's.

"Louis!" I cried. He didn't look back. I sobbed, sliding down to the floor.

"Please come back...." I whispered, burying my face in my knee's.

'It's his fault you're in here.' The voice repeated, causing anger to flash through me.

"No! It's your fault!"

'Whatever. It's not like you'll make it to the day you get released.'

"Yes I will...." The voice scoffed.

'And how is that?' I smiled, closing my eye's as I leaned my head against the wall.

"Because I have Louis Tomlinson.....And he makes me strong."

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