Help me lose my mind (Harry Styles)

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  • Published: 17 Jan 2014
  • Updated: 25 Feb 2014
  • Status: Complete
Vera Steele has called Broadmoor criminal lunatic asylum her home for the last year. Things in Vera's simple life change when Harry Styles a skinner of women gets admitted to her block."Talk to me and watch me crumble you will see me come undone faithfully I will look over there I’ll find what you’ve become"


7. Chapter 6.

Harry is slumped in a chair at his table when I go in the lounge. All morning I have been envisioning how this would go, practicing what I had to say. I knew I had to apologise but in order to do so I had to tell him why I flipped out. I left the deck of cards in the box by the door. This was not the time for games I had to be real with him. I take a deep breath and head towards his table. I walk straight past him and sit at mine. Jesus why am I such a chicken? Theo is nowhere in sight which makes me more nervous. I have to pick up my balls and just sit one chair over. How hard can this be? I will just take it one step at a time. Just move over one chair damn it Vera. I breathe in and do it quickly and not as graceful as I would have liked. The chair makes a terrible noise startling Harry.

“Shit sorry” I blurt. Harry doesn’t look at me. Great.

“Listen Harry I am really sorry about what I said ok I, I didn’t mean it” my apology is sincere and he must know it because he looks in my direction. His face is impassive.

“I would not crack your head on the wall. I was a terrible thing to say. I just wasn’t prepared for your question”

“Is it because you are a pathetic little virgin?” he spits. Perfect he is pissed.

“Well I guess it depends on how you look at it” I cannot believe I am about to spill some of the beans to this boy. But I need him to forgive me. Harry’s face softens and confusion is evident.

“If I tell you, I swear to god if you even whisper a tiny bit of it to anyone I might just use a deck of cards to remove your tongue”

Harry leans in and nods.

“I am not technically a pathetic little virgin” I start. Harry can tell it’s a big deal for me and he reaches out his hand. I shake my head but he leaves it there.

“Girls my age used to call it a flower. They could not wait until it was plucked by their prince charming.” A lump starts to form in my throat and heart starts beating. Without thinking I grab Harry’s hand.

“See mine was not plucked by a prince, not even by someone I liked. It was stolen” Harry cups my hand in both of his.

“I am so sorry” he breathes.

“Gets worse” I smile but it does not reach my eyes.

“It was my aunts husband”

Harry shuffles his chair around and brings me into him. Strangely I feel a sense of safety in his embrace.

“I will not tell a soul” he assures me and kisses the top of my head.




I sit on my unmade bed. I used to think that sharing some of my secrets with another person would make me feel like utter shit. That they would think I was weak and pathetic. Somehow telling Harry made me feel a kind of release. Maybe they are right in what they say. A problem shared is a problem halved. However they are. I could have told him everything right then and there but I knew better. If I told him he would think I was nuts. Well more nuts than he already does. Harry seemed so understanding and promised not to broach the subject again unless I wanted to of course. I knew I could not tell him everything with knowing almost nothing about him. A problem I was going to fix very soon. I knew for a fact that Anna went to lunch at 3 everyday thanks to Theo. Her office would be unattended for a whole hour.

I stand and look for Stephan but he is nowhere to be seen. The only guard about the hall is Tom.

“Tom” I call and he comes to my door.

“Yes, what do you want?”

“Hi Tom I am Vera” I wrangle my hand through the bars and he shakes it.

“See my guard Steph is at lunch right now, he must have forgotten that I have a session to be at with Anna could you maybe take me? I don’t want to miss it”

“Yeah I guess I could, Stephan is a good guy we would want to disturb his lunch”

“You are very right” I nod. Great this is going to be perfect. I feel a little bad for using Tom but then again he seems all too willing to full Harry’s stalker tendencies. Maybe he is too scared to ignore Harry’s questions.

“Thank you so much Tom” I smile at him when we get to Anna’s office.

“Ill go in now if you could maybe have Steph get me in an hour that would be much appreciated” Tom nods and walks down the hall. Anna’s office is empty just like I thought it would be. I head to the cabinet. Shit it is locked I search the room for keys. I find them in her handbag and fish out Harry’s files. To my disappointment it is thinner than I would have hoped.


Harry once again will not talk about his crimes accused. His attempts to flirt are constant. They are an attempt to distract from the job at hand. He turns angry and mutters cussing’s when his attempts fail from there he remains silent. Harrys mind is very quick in dodging my questions so I try a different approach in trying to understand him by getting to know him. These are some of the things I have learned.

Harry was born in Cheshire and remained there for the most of his childhood. He moved out of home at sixteen and worked on a farm in Scotland until moving to east England.

After reading his police files I was able to attain information that Harry was an angry child and was arrested many times in his youth for drunken disorderly and fighting.

This is all the information I have retained thus far in his short stay.


Great that was helpful. So Harry was a shit of a kid and worked on a farm well done Anna. A photo falls from the file and I pick it up. It is a mug shot of Harry when he was a teenager, fifteen maybe. His eye was black and he had a cut on his lip. His eyes were empty just like yesterday. My heart hurt for this young boy, then it hits me. Fucking great I feel for the kid.

“What the hell do you think you are doing?”

Oh shit its Anna.

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