Asylum (H.S) *EDITING*

Asylum (H.S) *EDITING*

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Blue lightening cracks across the dark night sky, illuminating the hospital hallways. A deep rumble of thunder shakes the earth below, the strong force seems to be shaking the old walls of the creaky and rusting hospital. I walk silently down the quiet hallways, leaky pipes dripping water being heard around the hall as the heavy droplets fall to the cement floor. My white nurse shoes tapping ever so lightly against the cold floor as I make my way down the deadly silent hallway. The thunder claps loudly once more, sending a light shiver down my spine as the second flash of lightening lights up the hospital. I dig the keys out of my uniform pocket, clutching tightly to the small object, as I come closer and closer to the door I fear to enter alone. My breathing becomes rapid and my heart rate picks up dramatically. I turn the key in the lock and open the creaky door, only to reveal the man sitting in the middle of the four walled room, his smile is chilling as I enter...
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"Why do you care?" he asks. But it's not soft. It's sharp, defensive, like he's already bracing for the answer. I want to tell him the truth. Because you saved me. Because you're the only one who makes me feel real. Because if you fall apart, I don't know what happens to the rest of us. Instead, I just say, "Maybe I want to understand." He scoffs, no humor in it. "You don't. Trust me." Silence stretches between us. Then he steps forward, close enough that I can see the way his hands won't stop shaking. "You already know too much," he says, voice low. "More than you ever should've." I don't look away. "Then tell me the rest." He shakes his head. "It's not your place. You don't get to ask." "But I am asking." He exhales sharply. "Jesus, Lily. This isn't a story with a clean ending. I'm not a mystery. I'm a goddamn warning sign. I'm dangerous." I flinch, but I don't move. And that pisses him off more. He takes a step back like he's going to leave, then pauses. His eyes flick to my jacket. In one quick motion, he reaches in and pulls out the burner phone. "I think this belongs to me," he says, tone sharp but quiet. No accusation. Just fact. I don't respond. Just watch as he slips it into his pocket, like closing a door I wasn't supposed to open. He looks at me for one long second, jaw clenched. "Go home," he says again, this time like a warning. And this time, I believe him. He crushes the cigarette under his boot, turns his back, and walks down the alley, leaving me standing in the dark. - Lily didn't ask to be assigned to him. Harry Styles is a name whispered like a warning, famous for his ink, infamous for everything else. Brooding. Untouchable. But Lily has a habit of looking too closely. And when she finds something she shouldn't, the line between curiosity and consequence begins to blur. He told her to stay away. She should've listened. - TW: emotional abuse, manipulation, drugs, sex, violence, trauma.

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