Mental

Chapter 8- Uncommonly common

I began to cough violently, my lungs punching against my chest. I opened my eyes and everything was black. Oh god, I'm blind. I've gone fucking blind.

"You're not blind." A light voice spoke up and the light flicked on. Harry walked inside from the balcony, as I sat up.

So I said that idiotic thing outloud.

What happened and why was I at Harrys house? Oh my god, that's right. I had a complete freak out in front of this fucking asshole after he pressured me into trying to tell him why I was in a mental hospital for 6 years.

"You passed out, you, uh, freaked out and it was kind of really scary. So I just laid you down and put some cold water on your head." He told me taking a seat in the chair next to his bed. His face looked soft and caring, like my dads used to when he saw me laying in bed sick. "Sorry, I had no idea that you would, ya know."

"Completely flip out after someone cornered me and forced me to try and tell him why I'm fucked up all because I looked into why he cared about me so much once he found out my step dads a total asshole." I said with a boost of confidence that shorty diminished.

"That wasn't just a normal 'flip out', that was insane." He said with not a trace of sympathy.

"Yeah, well that's me." I mumbled, my throat letting out another string of coughs. "What time is it?" I asked, my voice scratchy.

"Uh, 1am." He told me, handing me a bottle of water.

"What?" I shouted, dropping the water onto the floor.

"Sh, francene is sleeping. Don't worry. I got into your phone and texted your mum that you were spending the night at Daisy's because she was going to catch you up on school work." He laid back and crossed his arms over his head. "So you can spend the night here."

"Uhm, alright do you have a spare bedroom I could sleep in?" I asked trying to stand up. My legs wobbled and I decided to just sit back down, my body facing his.

"Nope, all the extra rooms are stacked with all my mums old shit from England. You can stay in here, I'm going to sleep on this chair right here." He hummed, closing his eyes. "Go into my top drawer and get something comfortable, you'll never be able to sleep in that. Unless I make you pass out again." He smirked not opening his eyes to look at me.

He was right, this shirt was already itchy and tearing into my skin. I tried to stand up again but my legs wobbled and my stomach felt like it was going to puke up every organ in my body. "Or not." He said, looking up at me as I pushed down into the bed. "Are you alright?"

I just shook my head, afraid if I talked I would infact puke all over his floor. He got up off the chair and went into his drawers pulling out and dark green t-shirt and a pair of sweatpants, tossing them at me. "Change. I'll be back." He walked out of his room while I struggled to get the pants on. I folded my clothes neatly on the nightstand and sat with my hands in my lap. I breathed in and out of my nose trying to get rid of the nauseous feeling.

I reached into my coat pocket and grabbed my travel pill set taking out the ones I hoped would help me to fall asleep without throwing up and or freaking out again.
My hands were shaking so much that the pills slipped out of my hand, scattering onto the floor and under the bed. "Fuck."

Harry walked back in again with a cup of tea and a jar of sugar. "Tea, drink it." He put it on the night stand and I went to grab the spoon to scoop the sugar but my hand had a different idea. "How many scoops?" He questioned picking it up off the flloor and wiping it off with his shirt.

"3." I croaked out and watched him carefully scoop the three spoonfuls of sugar into the cup.

"This is all my fault." I heard him whisper as I steadily picked up the cup and brought it up to my lips. My hands shook as I sipped on the hot tea. He placed his hand under the bottom of it, thank god. I thought I was going to spill it all over my lap. He placed it back down on the night stand and I stared at the tea rising from the cup. "I'm sorry."