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You: Harry Styles was not in a good place. He had been feeling off-kilter for a long time. Since he had started uni, the pressure of law school was too much for him and he had a nervous breakdown. It had started with him being convinced his teachers were conspiring with aliens to make sure he failed. Then his boyfriend, Louis, was cheating on him, but with a very real, much older version of Harry himself. The doctors had told his mother that the first signs of schizophrenia usually showed up around his age, so he was given medication. It wasn't until he swallowed the entire bottle right in front of Louis that he had to be institutionalized. Diagnosed with paranoid schizophrenia and depression, Harry was kept in a room by himself under strict watch by two guards. He had to eat and take his pills at least twice a day before he was allowed out at all, and that was only for therapy. He spoke in strangled, childlike sentences and was only allowed to wear boxers and a hospital gown. His mother used to visit every Sunday, but she hadn't for several months. Harry hadn't seen Louis in almost a year, until suddenly, his therapist came into his room and told him he had a visitor. Confused, he turned to the door and there stood Louis. (You're Louis, make him however you want.)
Stranger: Louis thought it was for he and Harry's own good if he wasn't a frequent visitor. He felt awful for Harry, because he knows that this is a serious matter at hand. Anne had updated him often about Harry, and none if it was ever anything positive. She'd given up, really, and told Louis Harry was better off alone. But it's been a year, Harry's therapist had called in hopes of some reconcile between he and Harry, and the older boy couldn't help but agree. Louis offers Harry a warm smile, as if nothing ever changed, just as the therapist told him to. She's assured he's completely safe being here, so, he's hoping she isn't wrong. "Hi, Harry," He says, moving in slightly, the therapist trailing behind.
You: Harry had told his therapist an awful lot about Louis when he could focus on the topic. Just how much he loved him, how much he missed him. Most of all how much it hurt that he didn't even come to see him or seem to care that he was trapped in this place. So when he finally saw the boy, his face brightened up like a child's on their first Christmas morning, and he jumped up. He rushed over to Louis with a big smile on his face, holding his arms out for him.
Stranger: The therapist gently urges him forward, whispering a reminder that he's safe and harmless now that he's properly medicated. Louis is a bit hesitant, but Harry looks exactly as he did, and he hasn't been held by his favorite boy in so long, and he nods and steps forward, arms going around Harry's middle slowly. The last time Harry had accused Louis of cheating, with an older Harry, none the less, Harry had gotten a bit erratic and violent. He hadn't hurt him, but it wasn't exactly fun. "I missed you," He tells him softly, his head resting against Harry's chest. "Missed your hugs quite a bit, too."
You: Harry wrapped his arms around Louis tightly, burying his face in his hair. He thought it was tight, but on the other boy his embrace wasn't as strong as it used to be. "Miss my Louis." He whispered, pulling him in as close as he could. "Harry miss my Louis so so much...wanna come home, Lou, don't wanna be here no more, don't like medicine and guards all time and people think Harry hurt himself.." He was murmuring all of this to Louis and Louis only, definitely not wanting his therapist to give him even more medication. His therapist knew how he talked anyway, but the stuff he was saying surely wouldn't have been a good sign.
Stranger: Louis coos quietly into his shoulder, arms slightly tightening over Harry, reaching up to rub his back once he realized how tense he was. Anne had warned him that throughout Harry's mishap, as she referred to it, he'd picked up a slightly childish way of speaking. Louis hadn't believed her, not quite sure that was even possible, but now he sees first hand that she wasn't lying. It's strange. Harry was one of the smartest, most promising students at his law school, so educated and eloquent in his speaking, and it's a sudden change to hear him speak this way. "Soon, baby, I promise, you can come home. But I need you a hundred and ten percent better and healthier when you do," Louis explains, resting his hand in the small of Harry's back. "When you get home, you'll be surprised. I actually cleaned up our apartment for once, yeah? Let's sit down, though, and we can talk some more."
