*Harry’s POV*
Police sirens, all I could hear were police sirens. I didn’t call the police so Gemma must have....Gemma called the police. I’m going to go to jail! She called the police! I dropped my phone and ran my hand through my hair.

You have to find somewhere to go! You have to hide. The closet, go to the closet!

I stumbled my way out of the kitchen as my head lolled, rolling back and forth on my shoulders as I came down from my adrenaline rush and allowed the X and the alcohol to take over again. I stabled myself on the walls as I made my way around the house and even through my high, I could see the red handprints I left there.

Blood, its blood, you killed him! You're a Murderer! No it was an accident! You didn’t mean to.

My subconscious was pulling me in every direction, Making me dizzier than I already was. When I got to the stairs I collapsed before I could climb them and the last thing I heard was a loud pounding on the door.

“Shit!” I woke up on the couch downstairs with my heart racing in my ribcage. My t-shirt was sticking to my chest and I was clammy with sweat. I must have fallen asleep down here. When I look over to the clock it reads four fifteen a.m. and I know that I won’t be able to rest properly for the remainder of the day. The only time I was able to go back to sleep and be somewhat relaxed after I had one was when I was with Reagan at her flat and she made me.

I want to go up there with her, in my bed and be able to be at peace but I can’t. Every time we make half a step forward she knocks me six full steps back flat out on my ass. I can’t believe she was talking to him. Out of all the people she could try to befriend regardless to how ‘lonely’ she was or not, she didn’t have to choose him! I would never do that to her! I can feel anger and hurt rise again. I know I have to go get an aripiprazole to stable my emotions before I can even see her again, but before I’m able to move off of the couch I have to collect myself. Usually when I have the dreams, I’m just awake for the rest of the night I’ve never been physically shaken by them. When I reach to run my hand through my hair, I notice how it tremors and I can’t understand why they’ve gotten worse.

After I take my medication, I walk up the stairs to my room and slowly open the door. She’s in my spot; on the side of the bed that I sleep on curled around one of my pillows. Even though I’m completely livid at her I can’t help but notice how completely beautiful she is while she sleeps...when she’s awake...and just in general. I roll my eyes at my sappy thoughts and grab my comforter from under her. It’s chilly in my room and she fell asleep on top of the covers like an idiot. My beautiful idiot. I can see goose bumps on the skin of her legs and before I cover her with my blanket, I rub my hands over them gently and kiss her on the forehead before heading back downstairs to watch television in the family room.

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*Reagan’s POV*
When my alarm went off, I was still alone in the bed but I was warm and tucked in under the huge cushioned duvet. When I dreamed, I dreamed of Harry next to me. I dreamt that last night didn’t happen, but it was all a dream. I set aside my work clothes for the day and told myself that regardless of what takes place between Harry and I when I go down stairs, I will keep my composure throughout the day. I will remain professional even if inside I’m breaking.

I showered, and thanked Anne for putting towels out for me in the bathroom then went back in H’s room to get dressed. I haven’t seen him all morning and I’m sure it’s his intention to avoid me. When I drop my towel to put on my underwear, I get on my panties and quickly put the straps of my bra over my shoulders when I heard footsteps come towards the room. I jumped and covered my chest holding the bra to it when I saw Harry walk in. His eyes darkened and his eyebrows furrowed and he still said nothing to me. The silence is worse than the arguing. I would rather have him yell at me, curse, cause a scene in front of his mom, have a bipolar manic episode even, but the silence causes my anxiety to bubble up in my stomach like a soda that’s been shaken getting ready to explode.

When H. closed the door he crossed the room and walked in my direction. I thought that he was going to his closet so I stepped out of the way only for him to come up behind me. H. took the clasps of my bra and hooked it for me. When his fingers grazed across my back my breath hitched in my throat and I could hear Harry clear his, before he went to his bedside table to grab his keys.

“I’ll be waiting downstairs.” His voice came out stern and deeper than usual before he slammed the door behind him. I blinked away tears that threatened to spill as I finished getting dressed in my black dress pants and white button up. I threw my hair in a bun as I jogged down the stairs, determined not to be late and be chewed out by Dr. Koch. I got to the living room where Harry stood talking to his mom as we made eye contact. He dropped his head and rubbed the back of his neck before he spoke to me sounding less forced than he did upstairs.

“You ready?” I nodded my head confused as to what kind of mood he was in. Is he angry or indifferent? I said goodbye to his mom before we left.

The car ride back to the hotel was silent and Harry looked as if he were either hypnotized by the rode as he drove or in deep thought. His eyes were puffy with dark circles around them and he looked tired. For him this can only mean one thing.

“Harry did you sleep last night?...Did you have another dream?” I spoke daring to break the silence and the thin ice between us. H. glanced at me quickly out of the corner of his eye and then focused back on the road as he mumbled out an answer, but not one that acknowledged my question.

“I think you should stay at the hotel tonight.”

I nodded my head slowly and bit my lip before turning my head to look out the window. No matter how I try to do things right this time around it still seems as if everything is going to come crashing down leaving broken pieces at my feet. He didn’t say that he was done with you, he just doesn’t want to be around or near you... My subconscious tries to look at it optimistically, but even that’s grim. Harry confuses me so much. Why would he come in the room this morning? If he really didn’t want to see me, he could have waited to the last possible minute when I was out of his room to get his keys. Why did he help me this morning if he didn’t want to be near me? Out of all of the things I researched on bipolar disorder, I clearly didn’t allow it to sink in enough. I still have more research to do, but instead of it being for an assignment it would be for my own personal gain.

We pulled up to the hotel and when H. stopped the car he said nothing and unlocked the door. I told him thank you and goodbye and even tried to give him a kiss to cease my confusion and give me an idea. Harry moved back when I leaned in and then furrowed his eyebrows before turning to stare out the windshield.

I got out of the car and convinced myself that my chest didn’t constrict when he evaded my advance towards him as I headed into the lobby of the Savoy to wait for Dr. Koch.

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*Harry’s POV*
The fact that I have to drop her off to a hotel where I know that Peyton is staying as well enrages me even further. If I ever see the fucking tosser I’ll ki-. I don’t allow my brain to finish that thought and tighten my grip on the steering wheel instead. I don’t want her to stay there really, but I need space and I won’t get it if she’s sleeping at my house every night. Besides, someone is paying for the suite so she might as well get some use out of it. This morning has been shit and my nerves are shot to the edge of their breaking point. I can feel her staring at me. Why does she always have to stare at me? I glance over to her and I’m taken aback when she tries to kiss me. I’m not in an affectionate mood right now. Especially not with her! The look in her eyes when I reject the kiss makes me want to grab her and mark my territory so everyone at this hotel knows she’s mine but she closes the door before I can change my mind.

As I drive back to the house I text Louis and Zayn in hopes that one of them has something capable of calming my nerves other than my mood stabilizers. No more drug tests, no more headaches.

To: Louis, Zayn
Do you have any spliff?

From: Louis
Umm... I do but...Aren’t you NOT supposed to be doing that mate?

From: Zayn
Yes, but you can’t have any.

To: Louis
Don’t be a dozy fucker! I can have spliff! I’ve never heard of anyone OD’ing off of spliff!

To: Zayn
Selfish tosser!

From: Louis
There’s a first time for everything! I’m not going to be responsible for it mate. Tough shit. I’m rather offended that you put me in that position actually...Wanker!

Liam is at work and I know he wouldn’t give it to me anyway. The only other option I have left is Niall but we haven’t really spoken since the fight. I tossed my phone in the passenger seat then stared at it before I sucked up my pride and called him.

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*Reagan’s POV*
Dr. Koch met me in the lobby before my thoughts could take off and I silently thanked him for being punctual.

“Are you prepared to work today Miss. Stoger or will your phone be an issue again?" I shook my head at him before I answered and was happy with how enthused I sounded.

“That will never be a problem again Dr. Koch.” He gave me a pompous grin and headed towards the door to exit the hotel. I hate how everything with him has to be so formal, but I do wish to know more about him interning under Dr. Baker. I followed him out into a taxi and made sure my phone was on silent so that I wouldn’t be tempted again and decided that it would be in my best interest to know more about him and Dr. Bakers relationship.

“What was it like when you interned under Dr. Baker?” He looked at me as if he didn’t understand why I was speaking to him before he answered.

“She taught me everything I know. I owe my successes and career to her. I’m sure you would have been able to say the same if you weren’t gallivanting about with Mr. Styles. She’s a remarkable teacher. It’s a shame that you didn’t take it more seriously, not to discredit myself at all, but I learned from the best and she is the best.” I had to bite my tongue not wanting to lose a job and a semesters worth of credits. I have already had a bad morning and he was determined on making it worse. As I held my composure, realization of what he said to me struck.

“You know Harry?” Dr. Koch breathed out exasperatedly as we pulled up to a building that was a part of the university we gathered at for the seminar.

“Yes, Miss. Stoger, I’m aware of who he is. Many psychiatrists in London are. Now that’s enough of your inquiries. We’re here. Be alert as I know you can be and pay attention, no mobile usage what so ever until your break!” I nodded my head and got out of the taxi following Dr. Koch into the building, knowing that I had to find a way to ask him more questions on what it is he knew about H.

Notes

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