February 2014
Occurrences # 3, 4, and 5
Harry and Niall got into an argument about how Niall shouldn't be a stripper anymore, because Harry secretly wanted Niall to himself, but he argued with him anyways. Niall called Harry some names, and he left the house after breaking a plate.
Niall sat at home, breathing heavily, covering his face and slowly starting to cry.
Harry drove all the way back to his house, where all his memories were, because dammit, he didn't want to be in love with Niall, but he was, so -- his logic was to talk to the voices because they were right.
Niall cleaned up the house while waiting for Harry to come back, he couldn't stay away for much longer, right?
Harry stormed into his house, wiping the angry tears off his face and walking into his house. It was quiet, so fucking quiet, cause he was so alone. It's been like that since his parents died, and fuck, the voices killed them, he saw it --
"Come back to talk, Harold?" the deep voice chuckled, and a shadow appeared in front of him.
Harry's lip twitched, wiping his face. "Shut the fuck up, you're all fake, you're not real," his voice started out strong, but faded as he looked much harder.
"We told you before, Niall doesn't love you, he really doesn't, and now, you're here to let us say, we fucking told you so, Harry Styles. You're really pathetic, you know." another voice snapped, and appeared on a different side of the room.
"I know--You don't have to rub it in!" Harry barked, grabbing the nearest thing and holding it up, as if to throw it, but -- the shadow was gone.
"Oh, but we do, Harry. You don't listen, so we have to make sure the information we give you, you believe and do what we say!" a female said this time, her shadow so close, Harry's spine tingles.
"Fuck off!!" Harry screams, taking swings at these shadows, hitting things and chasing them, while fighting with them.
Meanwhile, back at where he lived now, Niall was pacing the house, worried. Harry had been gone for two hours, and he left his phone on the kitchen table, so he couldn't call. Niall promised himself that if he didn't arrive in the next hour, he was going to go search for him.
Niall didn't leave soon enough, because the phone call he recieved gave Harry's location away.
"Are you Mr. Niall Horan? Well, we have a Harry Styles that has been emitted into the hospital, and it says here you're his emergency contact. Please be here as soon as possible, he's quite literally thrashing and screaming, he even swung at one of the nurses--."
Niall didn't even finish listening, he just covered his mouth and ran outside, hopping into his car and speeding down to the hospital. "Harry! You freakin' --- bastard!" Niall cried, hitting the steering wheel. It took ten minutes, usually it took twenty, -- this was how worried Niall was, he pulled into the lot, parking and running inside.
"I'm Niall Horan an--"
"Honey, room 418, hurry," the receptionist said, and Niall smiled, before jogging to the elevator. He could hear Harry screaming as soon as he stepped out of the elevator, and all he heard was -- "I know, he hates me! I still want Niall!" over and over.
Niall whimpered, running into his room and pushing past doctors, before yelling at Harry. "Harry! Harry! Oh my g-god what did ye' do!?" Niall gasped, looking at his state. "I'm here, hey, it's yer' Ni-Bear, c'mon, H-Harry!!" Niall was yelling over his Harry, holding his face and begging him to open his eyes.
Once Niall's voice was registered, the voices slowly slipped away, and he sobbed, looking at Niall. "Y-You don't w-want me," Harry whispered, Niall's thumbs wiping the blood and tears off his face. The blonde cried, shaking his head. "I do, bugaboo, d-don't listen to t'em, okay?" Niall whispered, kissing his nose.
Harry had passed out nearly minutes after the breakdown. Niall sat outside the room, rubbing his face with shaky hands, and calming himself down. "Niall?" a small voice was heard, and he knew that voice, head snapping up to make eye contact with the female.
"Mrs. Hallett?!" Niall asked, suprised as to why Harry's old neighbor was here. "Whatya' doin' here?" he asked, standing up and grabbing her hand.
"You didn't know, dear?" Mrs. Hallett questioned, taking Niall's confused face as a no. "I was the one to call the ambulance, he was at his house, he had three more attacks, dear." she said softly, breaking the news slowly.
Niall's hand covered his mouth, eyes wide, tears stinging his oceanic orbs. "N-No, I-I should've k-known!" Niall cursed at himself, whimpering as Mrs. Hallett pulled him into a hug. "T'ank you fer' callin' an ambulance," he whispered, wiping his face.
"I'm glad I did too, lord knows, Harry could really do some damage to himself when he's alone." she murmured to him, and Niall nodded, thinking about how much worse it could've been -- and thankfully it wasn't.
"I'm gonna take care of him now, ye' can go, Mrs. Hallett, t'ank ye'." he whispered, giving her a weak smile. She gave Niall one last hug, before leaving.
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Harry woke up around two a.m., and Niall was sitting beside the bed, curled up in a ball, sleeping soundly. "Ni," Harry's voice was husky, and pained. The screaming really did a deal on his vocal chords, and since he was very much sleep deprived, his voice sounded even worse than what it really was. Niall jumped awake, looking to his best friend -- biting his lip and shaking his head.
"I'm so fuckin' sorry," Niall whispered, gnawing at his lip and hugging Harry close. "I should've followed ye', I-I," words didn't really form in his mouth, but Harry hushed him before he could babble on some more.
"I went to the house. It was my doing, it was all on me, you didn't have to do anything, Ni. I did it because I -- I don't know, I just did it." Harry's voice sounded so hoarse, so pained, and Niall had to make sure his HarryBear felt better as soon as possible, so he grabbed a cup of water. Harry sipped it slowly, letting his head lay back against the pillow inbetween swallows. Niall just stared, thinking what if.
What if Mrs. Hallett didn't find him?
What if Harry kept screaming and letting those things take him over?
What if he lost Harry?
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