Mental Stricken Madness.

Amelia a young girl of shy persona, has volunteered to help at her mother's work place of which is a mental hospital, only to find out that former member of One Direction, Harry Styles is suffering from Generalised Anxiety Disorder and has been sectioned for 6 months. He is unable to communicate with anyone, suffering from trust issues and panic attacks, however will Amelia be able to reach through to him?


4. Chapter Four.

Harry's POV

I spoke. He hit me. I was bleeding. I was on the ground. Who was she? What happened? Why did I get hit? Who was this girl? Why did she help me?

My mind was aching from the endless thoughts and questions actively charging within my mind. I tilted my head up again to see a face, a new face, gawking right at me, my mind and eyes becoming more focused. I pushed the girl off me, a way of my body's defense mechanism to any sign of panic that arises inside, my head knocking against the floor as my head fell from her knees. I stood up, my limbs so weak, so feeble from the pain. I buried my dripping nose into my palm, letting the blood collect inside of it.

I held my other hand against my head, tearing out the strands from my curls, the way I always did when my head was pounding excruciatingly. This time harder. Stronger. I kept pulling, stammering as I tried to walk. 

My heart starting to feel a sensation, a burning sensation through deep inside of my chest. The sickly feeling approaching back inside of me, this time erupting monstrously like a volcano. I blanked out, my eyes fluttering tiresomely as I persevered in keeping them open. I began to uncontrollably sweat, my skin trembling as the fear and terror rushed within. Hot flushes and the intense ringing inside of my ears alarm uproariously. 

I was panicking. 


Amelia's POV

Harry pushed me. The top of my arm bashed painfully against the floor. I poised myself up from the ground in attempt to calm Harry down, he was hysterical. He was viciously tugging at the curls of his hair, shaking, sweating, trembling with fear. I didn't know what to do. I felt helpless; not able to help. I wanted to try but I was scared.

"Harry, Harry it's okay", my voice trembling with fear.

"GO AWAY, YOU DON'T... JUST GO AWAY", Harry screamed, tears flooding endlessly off from his face as he was gasping for air.

"I don't what?", I asked, my voice scarcely questioning him.   

"YOU DON'T, YOU DON'T KNOW ME", he cried.

"I know I don't, I'm just here to help, let me help you.

He looked at me, his mouth widely parted as he was still gasping for breath, his chest rapidly rising and collapsing. He said nothing.

I began to walk closer to him, trying to hold a gentle smile to calm the mood. His mouth beginning to close shut as I moved closer. His breathing rate started to decline, his chest slowing down the pace, but his nostrils were still widely flaring, respiring for some air.

"Here", I held out my hand slowly to comfort him.

He peered down, scrutinizing the movement of my hand, contemplating whether to take hold of it or not.

"Take it I said, I'm not going to hurt you", I softly spoke, still holding my hand out.

Still looking down he said, "Why?".

"Why what"?

"Why help me when I hurt you?", he asked confused.

"Because... I know you didn't mean to, I can tell, so here- take it, it's just a hand", I whispered gently, smiling as I spoke.

He still peered down at my hand, walking in closer to me, cautiously placing his hand into mine his other hand still held against his nose. It was soft. His fingertips pressed lightly against mine. Our grip became more stronger, a firmer hold. Our fingers beautifully intertwining with one another, our palms almost embracing as we strolled hand in hand out of the canteen, and into the corridor to find a nurse. 

"You're different", Harry randomly whispered, his voice croaking as he spoke.

I unloosened my fingers from his, pulling my hand away as we finally wandered out of the intoxicated canteen room.

"Yeah.. different", I sadly answered, a pain appearing within my voice.

I crossed my arms, folding them tight in together as we came across the medical room. That's all I've ever been known as. That girl at school, who doesn't have anyone, anything- because she's too different, and now, now a guy who I don't even know, who has had no knowledge of my entire existence up until now has called me the word I despise most. Different. 

"Well.. we're here, I hope you're okay I really do Harry", I said still hurt whilst leaving him by the front of the nurses' medical door.

"Thank you, thank you so much... wha..", Harry replied, trying to ask for my name, but before he knew it, I walked away, pretending not to hear his voice, a tear welling up in the corner of my eye.

I left him.




A/N- Sorry this chapter is incredibly short, I've just had so much revision to do seeing as my exams are next month BUT will be uploading again soon. xoxo



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