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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."
You: Harry was smaller than he had been before. He hadn't eaten for the first few days that he got there, until they had to force him to. Now it was slowly but steadily getting better. He was just much skinnier than before because of those first few times. "Promise?" Harry pulled back with a big grin, nodding quickly. "Louis clean? Yay! Harry like clean. Not hospital clean. This too clean." He wrinkled his nose and walked back over to his bed with Louis, sitting down first and curling his legs up to his chest. He wasn't allowed outside so he was really pale. Even worse than before. Almost sickly. "What Louis wanna talk about? Louis tell Harry stuff. Harry not have good stuff to talk about."
Stranger: Louis sits down beside him, shifting uncomfortably on the bed. Never once did he think his Harry would end up here, in a place like this. Harry was on such a set track, was going to be one of the best lawyers out there, but he supposes the stress of that is what caused this, after all. Louis nods and wraps an arm around Harry's smaller waist, cracking a smile. His therapist is nodding approvingly in the corner, so Louis hopes that's a good sign. He presses a kiss to Harry's cheek and leans against him, his hand resting on his knee. "Never too clean. M' still messy," He teases, hoping Harry reacts to that. "And I don't know. How much I love you, probably. And that I got an internship with that magazine I've wanted. That's good news."
You: Harry giggled, nodding happily. "Harry know. Louis always been messy. Like a baby." He teased back, something he hadn't done for a very long time, even before he was diagnosed. His face went pink when Louis said he loved him and he just smiled the biggest he could. "Harry love Louis too. So much, Louis, so so much." He put his hand on top of his hand, another very very good sign. "Happy news, Louis. Happy news. Louis good internship and Harry happy for Louis." He beamed, before slowly his smile started to fade and suddenly he looked absolutely terrified.
Stranger: Louis thinks this is positive. Promising, if anything. Harry is smiling, and he's teasing, and he's bantering right back with Louis and it's great news. The therapist seems to think so, too, smiling with a nod in Louis' direction. He must be doing something right. If this was all Harry needed, he would have came to see him sooner. Louis freezes when he sees the look on Harry's face, shaking his head. Things were going so well. "Harry, love, ssh, hey. C'mon, back to me, please. You were doing so good," He says quietly, moving away slightly as a precaution. "Harry. Let's talk some more, yeah? Is there anything I can bring you next time?"
You: Harry tried to bring his focus back to Louis, pinching the inside of his wrist very hard. Hard enough to leave deep red marks. But he managed to focus back on Louis when he offered to bring him something. "Picture of Lou. In case you not come back for really really long time like last time. Harry...wanna see Louis all time, not just..in his..head.." Harry's focus was shifting between Louis and what only he could see. His mind was showing him something behind Louis, something that was obviously very frightening because of his expression.
Stranger: Louis nods, and once he realizes that Harry's negative energy isn't focused on him, he feels confident in moving over to him. He ever so gently nudges Harry's knees down so he can wrap his arms around Harry, shifting so he's sat on Harry's lap. Harry was looking behind his head previously, so Louis is assuming he was having a hallucination, and he wants to shift his focus. Louis kisses Harry briefly, giving him a reassuring smile. "I'll bring you lots of pictures. What if I visit you every Friday night and then we can be together all day Sunday," He offers, reaching up to stroke his finger through his hair. "Hey, no. Look at me, focus on me. I'm right here, there's nothing that's going to hurt you when I'm here. There's nothing there. You're okay."
You: Harry abruptly shifted his focus from behind Louis' head to directly into his eyes. The thing behind the other boy was blocked out. He knew it was still there, but now that he couldn't see it anymore that made him feel a lot less afraid and panicky. "H-Harry okay?" He asked quietly, swallowing thickly and looking at Louis. He was afraid to touch him, scared that if he did he would disappear like smoke, leaving Harry to grasp at nothing but air. "Wanna see Louis every Friday and all day Sunday. What about Saturday?" He let his lower lip push out into a tiny pout, making him look just as childlike as he was sounding.
Stranger: Louis nods, reassuring Harry silently that he was okay. He doesn't understand why this had happened to Harry so suddenly, but he hates it. He hates that Harry has to be here, and that he has to be scared and lonely, and he feels awful that this ever happened to Harry. In all honesty, he'd much rather have taken the fall over Harry. "I'll come every Friday and Sunday. Sometimes on Saturday, but I usually go to the office that morning to help out the ma- the person I'm interning with," He tells him. The last thing he needs is Harry getting paranoid over him being with another man, even if it is only for work. "Maybe next time I visit, I'll bring some books for us to read or an empty scrapbook to make?" He asks, trying to distract him. He rubs at his sides, nuzzling his nose against his. "And H, for me, please try to work on how you speak. There's nothing horrible about it, but love, your therapist is very concerned with it," Louis murmurs, kissing him briefly. "I'll visit whenever I can, but most definitely Friday and Sunday."
You: Harry pouted a little more but nodded. He wasn't stupid. He understood that Louis couldn't be there for too long and not every day. He had an internship, and that was much better than being in that stupid hospital anyway. "Okay. Sometimes Saturday is good as long as every Friday and Sunday." He giggled softly. An actual giggle. "Yes books. Yes scrapbook. Yes." He nuzzled his nose back against Louis', very gently taking Louis' hands off his sides and just holding them. That was the biggest step he'd done in ages. He pouted a little, kissing him back. "Why concerned? Not that weird." He wrinkled his nose a little but shrugged, agreeing to try. "Um...Harry not really have news." He tried to get back to the topic. "Just that Harry not see stuff as much. But now Harry hear voices in his head." He tapped Louis' temple.
Stranger: "I'm sorry, H, I know it's not fun in here for you. But I'll bring you something to do every time I visit." He tells him, squeezing his hands gently before lacing their fingers together. He's glad to see Harry improving, and agreeing to try to improve, but it's not the biggest step for him. It's been a year, Louis thought he'd have more improvement. "I just- it'd be really a big, big step for you if you didn't refer to yourself as Harry. Little steps. I, me, myself, mine, my. Those are much better," Louis encourages, the therapist clearing her throat before she stands. "Alright, Harry, it's time for Louis to go. Tell him goodbye, yes?" She says, Louis smiling sadly before pressing a quick kiss to his forehead. "I'll see you soon. Have a nice night."
You: Harry nodded, gently squeezing Louis' hands back with a weak smile. He bit his lip and sighed, nodding his head. If Louis wanted him to try, he'd have to. "Okay. Harry promise to try." He linked his pinkie with Louis' and kissed it gently. He tightened his grip on Louis' hands, eyes wide in worry. He was terrified Louis wasn't going to come back. He didn't want that to happen again. "No. No no please no, not yet." He pleaded, shaking his head quickly. "Louis please come back and not leave Harry alone anymore don't wanna be alone want to get out want to be with Louis.." He was genuinely fearful that Louis was going to leave and not return for months again.
Stranger: Louis takes Harry's hands and holds them to his chest, letting Harry speak. He can see the terror in Harry's eyes and face, really, and he feels so awful for having to leave. But this place does have curfews and Louis cannot stay all evening with him. He does have work tomorrow, if anything, and he needs to get back home. "I will visit you Friday and Sunday and any other day I can. I will be back, and I'll bring games and books and pictures, and it'll be perfect. I love you so much." He says, hugging him tightly instead before standing, dropping his hands. "I won't ever go longer than a few days without seeing you, I promise. I'll see you soon." And with that, the therapist leads him out of the room, giving Louis an encouraging smile. "He acted very well with you, and you most definitely made him calmer than he's been. He's never been able to come back from an episode like that as quickly. He's been having awful nightmares, so. If there's any chance you could maybe stay next Friday? We'll place a guard at the doorway to remove you in case you're uncomfortable, but I want to observe his behavior if you're there."
You: Harry tried to relax his hands so he didn't hurt Louis, just letting them rest against his chest. He tried to control his breathing to listen to Louis speak, biting his lip really hard and whimpering quietly. "Okay. Okay, Louis, okay." He nodded again, hugging him back. "I love you too." He had to choke out the first word but he got it, and he was so proud of himself as they left. He sighed and laid back on the bed, closing his eyes. He was so happy to have seen Louis again, know that he was real and he loved him and he was coming back to see him. Now that Louis had been there, the heat where he'd laid on the bed was too tantalizing to ignore so he curled up in it, listening to his therapist talk to Louis. They didn't know he could hear them, and he didn't want to say anything in case they caught on and he wasn't able to listen to things anymore. The wait for that Friday was an agonizing one, every moment he was asleep worse than the moments he was awake. Sometimes it was hard to tell the difference. Finally it was Friday and everyone was aware of how cheerful Harry was. He even took his medicine without compliant or an attempt to spit it out. He sat in bed and waited on Louis eagerly, wishing he had some way to tell what time it was.
Stranger: Louis was excited. He's sure that Harry kept his promise and has been working on how he speaks. The moment he said I love you again was a wonderful one, and Louis was positively beaming the whole way home about how proud he was. He packed lightly as the therapist had suggested, and carefully. Nothing sharp, a small tube of toothpaste, seeing as a toothbrush would be provided, as well as a comb brush, and nothing more except pajamas. He'd taken to wearing his glasses, knowing that Harry always loved him in those. By the time eight rolls around and he's let into Harry's room after going over the rules and precautions with his therapist, he's excited. He's brought pictures, as promised, and a scrapbook with him as well. He knocks once before entering, bag slung over his shoulder as he does. "Harry, I've got great news. I can stay tonight," He says, dropping his bag down by the bed and pulled out his empty scrapbook and pictures, presenting it to Harry. "I thought we could do this first and then go to bed."
You: Harry rocked back and forth on the bed. And for once, it was in anticipation instead of fear and worry. He looked up when Louis walked in and beamed like he'd done before, so excited to see him he could hardly stand it. "Louis." He breathed, looking down at the empty scrapbook and pictures. They could make one together. "Yes!" He cheered, clapping his hands excitedly. "Yes. But at eight thirty Harry has to have nighttime medicine and dinner." He explained. They had to eat and have their medicine at that time because that was when the daytime meds were fully worn off and it was safe for Harry and the other patients to have more. He moved over on the bed and turned so he could press his back against the wall next to the bed. He patted the spot next to him for Louis, grinning again. "Harry so happy, Louis. So happy Louis came back."
Stranger: Louis sees the speaking aspect hasn't improved much, but what happened last Sunday was enough to make Louis' week. He hasn't seen Harry this excited in so long, even before he was diagnosed and sent here. Law school made him tense and uncomfortable, not the person he used to be. It's nice to see Harry slowly coming back to himself. Louis slid in next to him, glad to see that for a change, Harry had wanted his company instead of the other way around. He turns and faces him, kissing his cheek shortly. "That's perfectly fine. I'd love to eat with you. It'd be like us on our date, wouldn't it?" He asks, grinning as he rests a hand over Harry's small hip. "I'm happy to be here, H. Now, we can't very well make a scrapbook laying down. I brought your favorite pictures of us and me. We'll fill up this whole thing."
You: "But Louis can't have Harry's medicine. Harry not like medicine, but I have to have it." He pouted, looking down at his lap. "Yes. Me and Louis on a date. We pretend the room is a restaurant." He giggled, nodding happily. "Okay. Um." He looked around before slowly sliding off of the bed and sitting down on the floor. He put the book and the pictures on the ground so they could sit with their knees touching and work on it together. "Um. We call it 'Harry and Louis' in big letter on first page. Then put by Harry and Louis Tomlinson in little letters under that." He suggested, not even realizing what he'd done with the last names.
Stranger: Louis doesn't mind, though it is a bit disheartening to hear. There's a chance Harry won't ever really recover from this. He knows schizophrenia doesn't just go away either, and Louis knows he'd be putting his own safety on the line. Harry isn't stable without medicine and that's a hard thing for him to accept. Louis pulls out a pack of sharpies and hands them to Harry, sorting through the pictures he'd brought. "That sounds nice," He tells him, one hand resting on his back. "You've been working on saying I and me, haven't you? You're doing great, m' proud."
You: Harry hummed, taking the sharpie pack and taking his time picking out the perfect color. "Thank you." He smiled softly. "Uh huh. I try to say it to Harry's doctors and my therapist. It a little hard but my therapist said if Harry practice it gets easier." He explained, starting to write down his name in bubble letters to give it a better, brighter look. "Sometimes I mix up and call me Louis when I mean Harry." He giggled quietly, finishing the H and going on to start the A. "And Harry hasn't seen anything bad all day. My voices said all the time that Louis not coming, Louis a liar, Louis not really love me. But now the voices are liars." He giggled like this was good news.
Stranger: Louis would rather have Harry not have voices at all. But he doesn't comment, just rubs at his back encouragingly. His therapist told him to stay positive and optimistic, and to be encouraging and extra sweet with Harry. This is the best day he's had since being here, and they'd like to keep him that way. "You shouldn't listen to those voices. They're nothing but bad. And the next time you hear them, you need to ignore them," And what is he meant to tell him? Louis picks up a picture and grins, showing it to Harry. "Should this be our cover photo? We took this our first date," He says, smiling a little at the memory. "And I can tell you've been practicing. You're doing great."
You: Harry nodded again, smiling softly. "I know. Don't like Harry's voices. They're not nice at all and I don't like them. Medicine helps them fade away but they never really gone." He shook his head, frowning after he started the second 'r' in his name. Trying so hard not to mess up. He stopped after the 'y' was finished and turned to Louis, grinning at the sight of the picture. "Yes!" He cheered, giggling excitedly. "You look so pretty, Louis. You always pretty but that day you prettiest ever." He kissed the other boy's cheek and took the picture, trying to fit it on the title page so he could put in Louis' name as well.
Stranger: Louis helps him, his hand resting nicely over Harry's own as he attempts to guide the picture down. "Your therapist said that maybe since I'm here, we can go eat out in the cafeteria with some other patients instead of being in this room. That sounds nice," Louis suggests. Louis thinks he may go a bit stir crazy later with the lack of light or warmth in this room. Once the lights are out, they stay out until morning. Louis wishes there was a window in here, anything. "You're too sweet to me. But thank you. Ah, there we go," He says, clapping once the picture is put into place. "Why don't you finish up our names while I use the restroom. I'll be right back," He promises, kissing his head before standing and moving toward the guard, whose kept a watchful eye on Harry. "Restroom? Right down the hall, to the right. I'll show you," The man offers, Louis nodding and waving to Harry before following.
You: Harry nodded a little bit. "That sounds nice." He agreed with a small, weak smile. He didn't think he could handle that just yet, but that didn't mean he couldn't try. He was trying lots of new things, after all. He nodded again, smiling after Louis. "Okay." He hummed as he wrote 'and Louis' in very careful letters. After what he judged to be five minutes and Louis still wasn't back, he got worried. The guard was stupid enough to leave Harry's door open, so he got up and made his way to the bathroom to make sure Louis was okay. "Hey!" Some of the guards farther down the hall ran up to him, and Harry quickly shook his head. They punished anyone out of their room when they weren't allowed. "No, no, my boyfriend visit and he just in the bathr-" Harry cut himself off with a shriek of pain when one of the guards grabbed him roughly by the arm. Rough enough to bruise He tried so, so hard not to put up a fight or struggle or even run. If he did, he'd get hurt, he just knew it.
Stranger: Louis, after a rather extensive tour of the place done by the guard, figured he should be getting back to the room. The guard makes him uncomfortable anyway, but then again, so does this entire place. Louis is trying to be polite and sweet to all the patients who walk by and wave and call after him, but this place is weird, he'll admit, and he'd rather get right back to Harry considering he heard what he thought was a very recognizable shriek. "Hey!" He yelled, noticing a few guards who had Harry shoved against the wall not too far from his room, and deeming to pat him down. "Get off him, he's fine, stop. He doesn't have anything," He says, moving over to shove a guard. He hadn't meant for it to be taken as a threat, but they didn't need to manhandle Harry as they were. He's surprised when he's grabbed and his arms are restrained, as if he's a patient in this place. "He's leaving, but not before I let my boss know never to let him in again. You just assaulted me." Louis protests, shaking his head as another guard goes into Harry's room. "Markers are not allowed. He's definitely not sneaking back in. Get him out."
You: Harry didn't like that they were patting him down. It terrified him, frankly, and he was trying so so hard to keep it in. But then he heard Louis and saw him coming over and sighed heavily in relief, happy he was back. "No!" Harry tried to protest. But he knew no matter how hard he tried, they wouldn't listen to him. He wasn't considered in his right mind, so no matter what he said it would be considered nonsense by the guards. "Louis please no, no don't make him leave, please.." He whimpered, trying not to cry. "Markers are too allowed! Ask Dr. Evergreen! She said it was okay for me to have markers!" He protested, tears in his eyes. He was so afraid that the guards would somehow make it forbidden for Louis to return if he tried anything at all and he was too afraid of that to do anything.
Stranger: Louis is trying his hardest to be calm and collected and think of a rational way out of this situation, but he's had it. These guards aren't what Harry need, what anyone needs. He's sure the therapists help, but Harry tells him all the doctors do is stick him with needles and try to make him sleep a majority of the day. This seclusion, with no contact to anyone or anything, is not okay. "Get your hands off me," He says sharply, and once the guard loosens his grip, he moves away, furious. There's frustrated tears forming but he isn't going to give the guards the satisfaction of seeing him cry. "Markers are fine. I was given permission and advised to bring them in, let him have some type of outlet. And for you to physically hurt him as if he's a criminal is ridiculous," He gets out, arms going protectively around Harry. "Baby, hey, I'm going to get you out of here. Doctor Evergreen is going to give me the prescription for your medication and you are coming home with me," He says, shaking his head bitterly. "I'll try to sign you out. But if I can't, we're having your mum come. This isn't, this isn't helping."
You: (hey babe i'm sorry i have to go :( do you have kik?)
Stranger has disconnected.
Guess not :/