Foolish ~ {One Direction Fan-Fiction}

Chapter 11

Foolish~11

*PRESENT DAY NIALL*

The doctor wanted me to meet with him in his office.

Wanting to talk about Reese's diagnosis. I still was shaking due to the event last night. I couldn't believe what she told me. She was telling me to kill her....

This world has put the worst shit in her head.

That's not Reese. That's not the sweet little film student that we met on X-Factor. Not the cute up coming actor that we laughed at when she would perform scenarios in our kitchen. The girl that I fell in lov.... That.. Harry fell in love with.

Harry.. He probably figured it out now.

I'll have to call him.

"Niall Horan" I hear the doctor enter the room with a clip board stuffed with papers.

He sits in his tan chair and slumps down.

"Let's see here" he dully says.

"Reese.. Has encounter several injuries from the beating of that man. She was on the road to healing until the events of last nights suicide attack.... So we've done the unwanted obligation of strapping her to the bed"

"What the hell why?" I ask immediately out raged.

"Sir. If you care about her as much as I think you do, you will know that this is the safest way to prevent something like last night happening again" he says.

I nod for him to continue.

"I am calling on a psychiatrist to come in"

"I knew that was coming"

"Yes. She needs the upmost help. Hopefully he can diagnose and administer medication. But she will need to speak to Harry over time"

"Whoa whoa that's not going to happen" I say leaning forward.

"It's going to have to. He's the center reason why she is mental like this!!! I hate to use that word Mr. Horan but she is in fact mental. And if you want to help her, this has to happen!" I am taken aback by his rising words.

"But.. Harry is just as fooled as everyone else" I explain.

"Mr. Horan.. This news has faded away, the only one who hasn't moved on from it is Reese. If Harry really loved her and cared for her, by hearing of her condition, he should give her a chance and talk to her" he says calming down now.

He's right. Speaking to Harry will only make her healing process all the faster.

"Alright. I'll give him a call" I say.

"Good. Where will she live?" He asks.

"Live?"

"Why of course. She can't live alone in this state" he says.

"I... I'll take her in. But I live in London" I suggest.

"Oh perfect. The physiatrist I was going to recommend lives out of there" he says.

"Then it's settled, I'll take her in" I smile.

"Good. I've got patients waiting so you give Harry a call and we will continue with this process" he says straightening up the papers and putting the clipboard on his back counter.

I sit for a moment to ponder what to say to Harry, but I dial the number before l decide.

"Hey mate" he says.

"Hey.. Uh. I need you to come to Los Angeles" I say.

"I'm here already" he says.

"Wait really?! What are you doing here?!" I ask totally caught off guard.

"I'm hanging with some friends.. Are you here? Want to come over?" He offers.

"No Harry.. I'm.. I'm at the hospital... You need to get here ASAP" I say.

"Oh my god are you alright?!" He asks.

"Yeah I'm fine... It's.. Well... She.... Is here in the hospital" I say slowly fearing the response.

I hear a crash. The phone falling from Harry's hand.