✔️STRONG [L.S]

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{HARRY'S POV}

*December 1st, 2014*

      "Hi Harry." Nicole said happily, as she walked into my room pushing a cart. Nicole was my nurse here at the mental hospital. Everyone here had one assigned to them. Yep, that's right, I was moved from the psych ward, to this place just on the outskirt's of Mullingar.

   "How are ya feelin' bud?" She asked softly, sitting down next to me on my bed, Irish accent shining through.

   "Fine." I said, staring at my lap as I picked at my white pant's. They matched the white shirt I was wearing. Every patient wore the same exact thing, the only difference being our names stitched into the corner of the shirt's. I felt Nicole's finger's brushing the curl's from my forehead, and I leaned into her touch. I was quite fond of her. No, not in that type of way. (She was in her early 40's anyway...) Only Louis could fill up the empty space in my heart. Louis.....His face appeared in my mind frequently, and I longed to touch him, kiss him, show him how much he meant to me, how sorry I still was. But I couldn't. I was stuck in hell.

   "Time to take your medicine." Nicole suddenly said, breaking me from my thought's. I sighed, staring at the white tablets she placed in the palm of my hand. 5 month's I've been stuck here, and everyday was the same. Medicine, therapy session's, doctor visit's, more medicine, even more medicine....I hated it. Although I would admit it helped keep the voice at bay. I was starting to hear it less and less often, and my self-doubt's and delusion's were slowly starting to fade. But just as I thought that.

   'Hello Harry. It's been a while. How long has it been? About a week I think?'
I froze, shoulder's tensing up. NO NO NO NO!!!!

'Taking your medicine I see? You know, those kind of remind of the time Louis tried to kill himself. The suicide attempt you drove him to, the one you weren't there to stop because you were out partying.' I squeezed my eye's shut, and I felt my body begin to tremble.

"N-Nicole....He's back again..." I whispered, opening my eyes to stare at her as my breathing increased quickly. She knew what to do in these situation's. She softly cupped my face in her hand's, finger's scratching the back of my head soothingly.

"You're okay Harry." She began slowly, looking me right in the eye's.

"He's not real. He's just a part of your mind. He can't hurt ya, and he can't make ya do anything ya don't want to. Deep breath's honey...That's it...Deep breath's..." Once I had stopped shaking, she smiled at me softly, pulling me into her arm's. I felt tear's dripping from face and onto her blue scrub's. She stroked my hair absentmindedly, making me relax.

"Why don't ya finish your medicine, and we can go talk to Dr. William about it hmm?" I could only nod, slipping the pill's into my mouth and swallowing them dry.

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BECAUSE ANY WORLD WHERE I DON'T LOVE YOU IS A WORLD THAT DOESN'T EXIST.