[A/N: Everyone's conclusions about Harold's outburst were.....safe, but a little further than close to the real reason. Here is your answer o.O]

Angels will always smile, even the broken ones.

*NARRATOR'S POV*

"Harry!" But said person chooses to ignore the blatant urgency in Louis' voice as he leaves.
He gets to the elevators before realising that he's being followed by a presence that isn't half as comforting as that of his Louis. He slams his fist against the panel of buttons before turning around to have a go at whoever this irritating person is.

"Go the fuck away." He starts and doesn't stop when he sees that it's Edith.

"Your boy in there is busting a vein." She points to the set of moving double doors behind her. "Change of heart about him?"

"None of your business."

"True, but after all the love-dovey behaviour, call me curious."

Harry caves because it's been eating at him ever since he last saw Louis. "I....I did something."

"What? Robbed the vending machine?"

"No. I'll show you."

She follows him into the elevators and down to their regular floor without a word. Without encouragement, Harry leads her to Dr. Michaels office and shoves her inside ahead of him.

"Oh fuck, Harry." She gasps, covering her mouth with her hand. "Fuck, fuck. Absolutely fuck."

"I know. I just......blew up." He stands in the corner of the room without fear or regret.

"What are you going to do?"

"I don't know." He shrugs. "They'll lock me up, take me away. Louis will leave me-"

"Seriously? You're worrying about that manwhore when you've got this problem!"

Harry growls at her. "Don't fucking dare. You're a female but I don't discriminate."

She holds her hands up, unafraid. "You can't leave the body here."

"I know." He runs both his hands through his hair. "I don't know what to do."

Edith takes a moment to observe and curate the damage. Harry didn't make a mess, the blood smeers got as far as the desk lamp and a few pages that could easily be disposed of.

She shakes her head. "Did he do something?"


"Yeah."

"What?"

"He said.....he said he knew it was Louis' old boyfriend in ICU and that Louis had so easily moved on to me, that it would take no more than a simple act to get him to leave."

"So you beat him?"

Harry nods once, sceptical of her response. Why wasn't she screaming?

"With what?"

"The uh, heavy duty stapler."

"Serves him right. Which jackass has a heavy duty stapler anyway?"

"What?" Harry's eyes widen.

"We have to get rid of this. Clean this up."

"We?"

"Yeah. I'm in this now, I figured."

"Why? You can report me."

"But I won't." She says, stepping closer to Harry by the door.

Edith has worked with one too many schizophrenic patients, to know that if she wanted to get them to stay on this dark side then she'd have to entertain their evil agenda. It wouldn't take much, most of the time. She could have Harry wrapped around her skinny finger, but there was something standing in her way.

That something had blue eyes and was crying right below them against a wall.

"You should." Harry raises his chin. "Or are you as sadistic as I am?"

Edith grins at Harry's alter ego, because it was a proud one with no shame. She's usually attracted to soul so tainted. They were the most fun.

"You're not sadistic." She whispers because they were close enough now. "More......"

"More?" And it also seems Harry's ulterior personality doesn't despise her all that much, if his inching closer is anything to go by.

"Alluring."

He chuckles and draws back before she can kiss him. "I still only want him."

"Of course you do." She sighs loudly and runs her tongue along each molar of hers. "Gonna
tell him?"

"Why should I?"

"Because you put his boyfriend in ICU and if he's going to forgive you for the stunt you pulled downstairs, he deserves to know."

"Would he stay with me if he knew?"

"No."

"Asked and answered, Edith."

"I like this side of you."

Harry frowns and doesn't reply to that comment. "Help me get rid of him."

"Put him in the crematorium and I'll tell the nurses that he's gone off."

"Fine. Will it work?"

"Don't see why it won't."

Together, they haul Dr. Michaels' mutilated body to the room where many other carcasses will be turned to ash. They dump him in a cardboard box with another body so nobody will suspect a thing since it's already sealed and ready for the oven.

Edith has managed to fend off the lighter side of Harry for a good few hours, while silently hoping Louis won't ever show up. He doesn't and she finally resigns from her task. Harry's will wasn't weak and he'd get back to his normal self at some time. When he does, she doesn't want to be near him.

"How about we talk when you're back?" She proposes after having Harry switch hospital gowns and thoroughly wash himself.

"That would be ideal."

Harry was a special schizophrenic. They were wonderfully rare, and knew about their condition. Sometimes they could control when they switched personalities. It was fascinating for a person like Edith.

"Alright, partner." She holds her hand out and he shakes it boldly. At the last moment, she pulls him in and finally gets her kiss.

He smirks against her lips and pulls back. "Satisfied?"

"Greatly."

"Good because that's never happening again."

Harry's back was to the door, preventing him from immediately noticing the figure by it. Edith has her one hand on his shoulder, the other on his nape that she twists a little to have her fingers lost in his hair. She sees Louis though, standing there with a tired look in his eye as he came to hopefully fix things. A hope that was shattered the minute he raised his head and took in the scene before him.

Edith maintained eye contact with him while talking to Harry, because it was thrilling to be in the middle of a mess this big. She wouldn't have to clean it up, anyway.

"Never?" She licks her lips.

"Don't hold your breath, Edith. On second thought, go right ahead." Harry laughs.

"Once more and then I'm done."

He obliges and that's when even Edith hears the crack of Louis' frail heart. His voice trembles when he speaks and he doesn't know where to look. "Harry?"

[A/N: I no like this chapter :( ugh I don't like edith (she doesn't even deserve a capital letter in her name). A little Louis photo on the side bc that's the Louis in this story and now my heart is crying. Does anyone acknowledge those photos or..........So, who's hungry?]

Notes