“I’m always swinging on this wrecking ball, while you’re building up and breaking down my wall.” --- Lifehouse.
Chapter 14 // The Zero Point.
(Isadora’s POV)
After a long silent ride, we finally made it to the same hospital that Louis had once taken me to. Harry talked to the familiar lady at the reception counter and she called for some nurse to lead us to where the doctor’s room is.
“Hello.” I voiced as I limped into the doctor’s room with Harry following not so ‘closely’ behind,
“Hi,” His kind voice cheered as he looked up from the pile of papers placed on his desk, “Hey, you’re the unobligated patient, right?”
“Excuse me?” I asked in a nice manner as I frowned at him while forcing my lips into a smile.
“I’ve told you to come every week so I could check up on you but you didn’t.” He reasoned still having a bored smile on his face,
“Oh! Well I’m sorry, I thought it was done by just stitching and there were some things occupying my time so yeah.”
“But you’re here, so it’s not done by just stitching, eh?” He countered and I just thought of how old he was to be teasing one of his patients in such a way.
“Can you diagnose whatever is wrong with her already?” Harry suddenly snapped from behind me, “Please?” He completed and I silently giggled at his attempt to be nicer,
“Yea sure, big guy.” The doctor responded in a serious tone before asking me to sit on the black leathery bed.
He analyzed my injured leg using his gloves covered hands until he told me that they needed to be stitched one more time and sent me over to some room where I could have my wound stitched.
“I prefer you don’t walk on it for too long, if you attend school or university then take a two weeks holiday or something. I’ll write down a sheet that proves how serious your injury is, and you can show it to your headmaster.” The doctor informed and I thanked him before trying to get off the bed but was stopped by Harry’s snappy voice,
“Wait, I’ll ask for a wheelchair.” He said and didn’t give me much of a choice as he went out of the room in a blink of the eye.
I waited for more than five minutes and was about to stand off the bed to go check up on Harry when he walked into the room with his usual scowl,
“Hasn’t the nurse brought you a wheelchair yet?” He asked and I shook my head no as a response, he sighed and before I knew it, I felt his hands crawling under the back of my thighs and on my lower back.
“You-you don’t have to do this.” I stuttered trying to process his actions,
“I wanna hear no voices right now.” He snapped. Simple but effective.
I kept my mouth shut as his shoes slapped against the pure cement of the ground making an echo spread in the vacuum of the semi empty building till I felt the whiteness of the walls fading away and getting replaced by air and sounds of car horns,
“Harry! We didn’t pay for the doctor’s fee.” I protested squirming in his arms which caused him to tighten his arms freezing my moves.
“I paid them.” He breathed ever so calmly not looking at me, but straight ahead to where the truck is parked,
“How much were they?” I asked him searching through my pockets for money.
“You think you’re laying on a fu.cking couch! Stop the damn moving.” His loud voice made me stop for a moment but I spoke up giving no care to the snappy state he’s always in,
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Darkened House || Harry Styles
Fanfiction❝Girls are a waste of space.❞ That is Harry's motto in life. His hatred for girls is the thing that isolates him from the outside world and makes him live in such a darkened house and no one knows the reason behind that hatred except for Louis Toml...
