✔️STRONG [L.S]

[28]

{HARRY'S POV}

*December 4th, 2014*

"DON'T TOUCH ME!!!" I screamed as the nurse's cornered me in the room. My parent's had been ushered outside, so they wouldn't be in the way.

"Come on Harry...It's okay..." Nicole said softly, holding out her hand to me. I started to sob loudly, trying to push myself farther into the corner. The air felt thicker as they closed in on me, and I gasped for a breath.

"Back up." Nicole snapped to the other nurse's, who immediately complied. She turned back to me, slowly making her way forward. She knew I only trusted her here, and got uncomfortable when there was too many people around me. My sob's had quieted down to shuddering breath's. She placed a gentled hand on my shoulder, rubbing it soothingly. But something snapped in me at that moment. Before I knew what I was doing, I had lashed out at her. She stumbled back, surprised.

"That's it." One of the other nurse's said, ushering someone from behind them forward. My stomach churned when I saw what they were holding. A straight jacket.

"NO!!!" I screamed, thrashing as I tried to get them away from me. Nicole was standing in the back of the room, having no control of the situation anymore.

"It's time for you to calm down." One of them said. I felt a needle stick in my arm, and the straight jacket was slipped onto me, clasped tightly behind my back. Whatever was in the needle was slowly working, numbing my mind. I slowly stopped moving, and slumped against the wall.

"There we go...much better..." Someone soothed, a hand brushing back sweaty curl's. My eyes drooped, and I slipped into a deep, restless sleep.

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{LOUIS'POV}

*December 4th, 2014*

I woke up a few hour's later in the nurse's office that was in the building. I sat up slowly, rubbing my forehead as if that might get rid of the headache I had.

"Oh good, you're awake." I heard someone say. I jumped a bit, looking over to my right.

"Diana?" I asked, smiling widely. She chuckled, leaning against the door frame.

"The one and only."

"I thought you worked in first aid at the airport?" I asked, eyebrow's furrowing.

"I did, but then I got offered a job here. The hour's and pay are a lot better." I nodded my head, looking down at my lap. Silence hovered over us, and Diana scratched the back of her neck nervously.

"So Louis...I um...I heard about what happened..." I sighed, running a hand over my face.

"The whole world know's..." I whispered. After I was sent away, word spread fast about why I had been acting strangely in the month's before I attempted suicide. You'd be surprised what the paparazzi could find out.

"I'm so sorry...I only met him at the airport once, but he seemed like such a nice guy..."

"He is." I insisted, looking up at her. This was the first time I had openly talked about....him....since I was in the hospital. She furrowed her eyebrow's at me. I chuckled weakly, running a hand through my hair.

"He's one of the sweetest guys you'll ever meet...kind, generous, caring..." I trailed off, smiling fondly as I pictured him in my mind.

"We fit together perfectly. Like two puzzle piece's I guess you could say." I said, locking my finger's together as an example.

"He always knows how to make me feel better when I'm down...knows exactly how I like my tea...and speaking of which, he can't go bed without a cup of tea. I guess that's probably why he talks in his sleep." I chuckled quietly, remembering all the conversation's I had with his sleeping self. I had never told him about them. They were my secret's to keep.

"Sounds like you love him." Diana said with a smile. I smiled back.

"I do...more than you could imagine." I paused, rubbing my hand's together. I took a deep breath, and my eye's stung.

"But one day it just...It just started going down hill..."

"You don't need to talk about it Louis..."

"I think it's about time I told someone exactly what happened." Everyone knew that he had been hurting me, but no one knew exactly how often...the extent...the word's he called me...the little thing's he would blow up over.

"Maybe you should talk to the therapist and your parent's..." She said, placing a hand on my shoulder.

"I will...I just...Your easy to talk to I suppose."

"Are you sure you want to tell me? Because that's how you ended up down here." She said, gesturing to the small nurse's office. I sighed.

"They were pressuring me...it was just too much and I fainted I guess. I wasn't ready to tell them yet."

"Well then...go ahead, I'm a good listener." I smiled, and began to speak slowly, not wanting to miss a detail. I told her about the first time Harry hit me, and the broken picture frame. I told her all the lie's I told to cover up my bruises and scratches. I told her the names I was called. I told her how he would be himself one moment, and the next he would be yelling at me. I told her about the real reason I fainted at the airport.

I paused when I got to when he raped me. No one but him and I knew who actually raped me that night, and I was about to confess the truth for the first time. No one besides me, him, Paul, Lou, Mr. Griffiths, Eleanor, Liam, Zayn, Niall, and Niall's family knew that I was raped (none of them knew who it was though). All of our other friend's, family, and the rest of the world thought a fan had just broken into my hotel room. I took a shaky breath before telling her what happened that night, and she gasped, eye's wide in shock. I told her how I was rushed to the hospital after I ran from my "date" with Eleanor. I told her about the live stream, even though she had heard about it. I told her how I had just been completely done with the world; that I had wanted to die. I told her how I rushed to the hospital once again. I told her how everything came crashing down in the moment he slapped me in that hospital room.

I told how her how I was still hopelessly in love with Harry Edward Styles.

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