Overworked

Niall’s P.O.V
Seeing Maddie like that makes me want to cry. She looked so vulnerable, upset and fragile. I wish there was something we could do to help but Louis and I both know that if we try she’ll scream at us to leave. I pulled my phone out of my pocket and dialled the one number that may be able to sort this out.
“Hello?” He answered breathlessly.
“You’ve got to be kidding me.” I huffed.
“What?”
“You’re having sex aren’t you?”
“What is it to you?” Well actually mate, your wife is sitting on the bathroom floor of her hotel room crying her eyes out and cutting herself with a razor. I thought to myself and had to bite my tongue to stop me from saying it. “Niall?” Harry’s voice pulled me out of my thoughts.
“Just forget it okay?” I said harshly and Maddie screamed.
“Wait! Is that Maddie?” Harry questioned. I sighed.
“Yeah...” I admitted.
“Why is she screaming?” Should I tell him?
“Urm, she’s urm, she’s not good at the moment, we heard her scream and then when we went to check on her we found her on the bathroom floor cutting herself with a razor. Louis pulled it away from her and shouted at her and she just cried into her knees. When he asked her why, she started crying even more and then choked out: “He’s with her.” Louis is with her at the moment and she probably just screamed because he tried to move her.” I explained. I heard Harry move around a bit and then a door shut.
“She’s doing this because of me?” He asked quietly.
“I think so. She’s broken Harry. So broken. You can see every single one of her ribs, there’s nothing of her. Louis said when he picked her up earlier she weighed about the same as Kayleigh does, that’s not good. Kayleigh is 11 and Maddie is 34. They should not weigh the same. Her arms are covered in blood and she’s crying her eyes out. I hate seeing her like this.”
“Can I speak to her? Please?” He said, I could tell that he was crying. I agreed and went back into her room to see her even more pushed into the corner.
“I tried to rinse her arms, she moved away.” Louis said. I nodded and went over to the whimpering mess in the corner.
“It’s Harry.” I said putting Harry on speaker and holding the phone out to her. She screamed and then began repeating “not him” over and over. I pulled the phone away from her and she stopped. I hung up and grabbed a washcloth from the sink. “Come here,” I said. She shook her head and closed her eyes.
“Maddie, we’re not going to hurt you.” Louis told her. With that she shuffled forwards towards me. I crouched down and wiped her arms gently with the damp washcloth. She winced a bit and stiffened at my touch. Once I had finished wiping her cuts I searched for a first aid box. I found it and grabbed a bandage out of it wrapping it around her arm and did the same to the other one.
“Right, c’mon. You’re sorted. Now let’s get you into bed.” I stood up. She nodded and held out her arms like a baby. I picked her up, easily might I add, and took her to the bed, placing her in it gently.
“Stay with me. Both of you,” She pleaded quietly. Louis and I exchanged a glance and then sat down either side of Maddie. She went to sleep in between us and we gradually fell asleep too.

“No! Don’t! Leave me alone! Help!” I bolted up at the sound of Maddie’s piercing screams. Louis did the same and wiped his eyes as we looked down at her, crying in her sleep. She started screaming again and Louis shook her awake. When she woke up, she threw her arms around his neck. She looks broken, so broken. She calmed down after a while and Louis and I took turns to go back to our room and change.
“We need to take you to the hospital to get those cuts looked at, they could be nasty.” I said when Louis returned. Maddie just nodded in response, she hasn’t said a word since she woke up. I wonder if she’s embarrassed that we heard her screaming. She shouldn’t be but she might be. No one knows when it comes to her.
Maddie’s P.O.V
I put on some clean clothes, making sure to pull on a sweater to cover up the bandages of my stupid act last night, and we went down to the car. Louis insisted on driving, saying I wasn’t fit enough and Niall left the twins with Isabelle. She’s going to think I’m not capable of anything now. Today was my day off and I’m going to hospital because I cut myself. Just seeing what I saw on that screen brought me to my breaking point yet again. I’ve learnt now that it’s not hard for me to reach breaking point, and even the slightest nudge from Harry could push me over the edge. It’s as if I’m standing on a cliff, about to jump, and Harry pushes me. He seems to be pushing me further and further, to see how far I can go. I was a whimpering mess last night, and then I had the nightmare. I’m embarrassed to be completely honest, I don’t get nightmares that much and if I do, I don’t shout in my sleep. Or do I? Do I and Harry just hasn’t told me? I used to get nightmares, often every night. The doctors and therapists that I ended up having told me it was because I isolated myself. My dad would always come into my room and spend about an hour calming me down because I was in such a state after a nightmare. I can’t believe I have reverted back to that again. What have I become? I’m not a depressed teenage girl anymore, which I was before, now I’m a depressed adult. Not much has changed. Before I knew it, the endless winding roads of Paris came to an end and we were parked in the hospital parking lot.
“C’mon Mads,” Niall opened the door and helped me out. Am I not capable of doing that myself anymore? We went inside the hospital and Louis managed to ask for an English speaking doctor, which they found quite quickly. We went in and I sat down with Louis on one side and Niall on the other.
“Why have you come to see me today?” The doctor, who had a thick Yorkshire accent, asked me.
“She cut herself last night, we bandaged them up but we decided it was best to get them checked out. She won’t speak though. She hasn’t spoken a word all day.” Louis replied. I looked down at my fingernails, playing with the chipped nail varnish.
“Can you please roll your sleeves up Maddie?” The doctor requested. I pulled up the sleeves of my jumper, revealing the bandages. The doctor, whose name appears to be Dr. Williams, began unravelling my bandages. There was blood all over them, as well as my arms, whether it was dry or fresh, I don’t know. I could see the blood gradually seeping out of my cuts, showing that I cut deeply last night. I promised myself I’d never do this again. Yet here I am, sitting in a hospital, staring at my scarred arms. The only part of my arm that I could see clearly was my tattoo. Dr. Williams started cleaning up the blood and noticed something. “What did she use?” He asked Niall.
“She used a razor. Why?” Niall answered.
“These cuts are infected, there’s a possibility that there could have been a lot of bacteria on the razor and considering how deep and how many of the cuts there are, we’re going to have to admit her to monitor her. This could get much worse, she’s lucky you brought her in.” He explained. Tears entered my eyes, but they didn’t spill. It was almost as if they couldn’t, as if my tears had dried up. I saw, in the corner of my eye, Louis get his phone out and go on his texts to Harry, but then he put it away again. “Maddie, follow me please,” Dr. Williams said, standing up, I stood up too and he led me to a room with a bed, Louis and Niall following after. I sat down on the bed and he cleaned up my cuts as well as he could and wrapped them with clean bandages. “Do you need to speak to a councillor?” He questioned when he had finished. I shook my head and lay back on the bed. “Okay, get some rest; it’s the best thing for you right now.” He said and left the room. I took my shoes off and got into the uncomfortable hospital bed.
“I’m calling Harry.” Niall got his phone out.
“Don’t. He doesn’t need to know. He made her like this; he’s not coming here and making her worse. I’ll call Isabelle from Maddie’s phone and let her know what’s going on.” Louis replied, taking my phone out of my bag. I didn’t bother to object, just closed my eyes.

Notes

So... Harry knows that Maddie has cut herself... what's he going to do? Is he going to come and try to make everything okay or maybe he'll just leave her alone. What do you think?

Day 45

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