Lunatic (l.s)

Chapter 14- L

It’s been so long, so achingly long since Louis has been able to set eyes on Harry, or hear his voice or his deep chuckle. Louis doesn’t know whether Harry is even dead or alive. Last he heard was that Zayn was going to sneak into D block to see if Harry was even alive, and that was almost a week ago. Louis hasn’t seen or heard from Zayn since then, and even Liam has barely been around. Something felt odd and Louis was more than slightly terrified. His everyday routine was waking up earlier than what he wanted, looking down the hallway through the small gaps between his cell bars to see if he could see Liam, Zayn or even Harry walking around but he was always met with silence and emptiness. He’d go to the commons rooms, eat barely any breakfast and wait until his new guard would come and get him to take him wherever he needed to go. Head Mistress Landles had an assembly for all staff and all patients a few days ago and she claimed there was new rules in places for this Asylum. Louis wasn’t all too happy with them, considering now there was curfew for everyone. There was a specific lights out time and there was double the guards. Louis was scared that maybe Harry was loose, and maybe he was hurting people. For what other reason was there to be all these new rules and more security. Nothing matched up. It was a Monday afternoon, and Louis was sitting on a torn up couch that was once a pale shade of blue. He had learnt to become oblivious to the shouts and maniac screams of the people around him. With Liam, Zayn and Harry gone, Louis made it a hobby to at least try at make friends and he had, sort of. There was Laura and Niall Horan. They were extremely lovely people and Louis felt so connected to Niall. Niall was a little angel, Louis swears. He was so quiet, barely said a word. Louis would watch him for almost half an hour while he picked at the asylum food, mouth twisting and nose scrunching every now and then.

It had taken a few days but Niall was finally speaking and his blue eyes began to have a spark in it. He’d still flinch when guards would pass him, and his hands would always shake but he was smiling a little more and Louis was learning to deal with his almost atrocious accent. So here Louis was, sitting on this tattered blue couch in the middle of the chaos of the commons room, listening to Niall and Laura speak of home life.

“It’s always been hard for me, to watch Niall deal with what he’s been dealing with. He was home schooled most of his life because he couldn’t even walk into school without running back into the car and even when I was there, he just couldn’t. I’ve watched Ni go through so many different treatments and nothing ever worked, and my parents were struggling with it so bad. It wasn’t Ni’s fault, or anyone’s. And everyone knew this was the last ditch attempt. I didn’t want him to come but we had heard excellent things about the correctional facilities here and well, when the psychologists began to talk to him and do evaluations on him, I began to fake things, and soon I was under evaluation too. My parents, they knew what I was doing but they felt better knowing that if Niall was going in, I’d be there too. So when…So when the day came, when my parents were driving us here, mum and dad both cried and they told Niall that they loved him and that they can’t wait to see him again and they thanked me and I was so terrified and scared because this place looked like a prison when we pulled up,” Laura sighed, squeezing Niall’s leg

Niall slightly flinched as a younger patient screeched from across the room but he smiled at Laura before Louis met his blue eyes.

“Yeah. I don’t even know what this place looks like outside these walls. I was unconscious and completely oblivious when I arrived. I woke up in some room all tied up with stitches in my arm…yeah, wasn’t the greatest welcome experience. What’s it like?” Louis frowns

“It’s…it’s definitely something different, like the walls are just a dark grey brick and the whole perimeter is surrounded by tall brick fences and barbed wire, and there’s a giant white cross on the top of the building and it just seems that everything is so perfect, it’s almost eerie. You should have seen my parents face pulling up the front,” Niall slowly spoke, except Louis had to strain his ears to understand the strong Irish accent