Come with me to forever.

"He's relapsed."

I frown deeply. How could that be?

"It is rare, extremely so and very unpredictable. But, what's happened is Harry's mind
chose the most comfortable environment for him. I'm saying, he didn't like something so for him, it never happened."

"So-"

"So, we're back to square one."

*HARRY'S POV* (Because I'm ready now - I hope.)

[A/N: Thought I'd put this everywhere now to just lessen the confusion. This scene (below) is one from Hide & Seek; and as you may pick up now, everything was actually in Harry's POV because of his schizophrenia. Who remembers this scene? O.o]

I'm certain that the colour from my cheeks drain out pitifully. I listen to the padding of what could be bare feet looming above our heads, the thumping gets heavier and it resembles a person running. Running from what? To what?

"Don't be scared." I say with a faint smile.

The running has ceased and the temperature of the room has dropped. Goosebumps rise on my legs and arms, crawling up my neck until every part of me feels the chill.

"Don't be afraid, Lou."

Cold breath that smelt of death. It brushes the skin of my nape and I resist the impulse to cover it with my palm.

"You smell so sweet."

"Fuck, Harry. I don't care."

The light buzzes and flickers.

"Look at me."

Louis shakes his head in refusal.

"Hey. It's me. Louis, look at me please."

I blink thrice and it's over, a mere flickering image that could now go uncared for. Not by me. My arms were empty of Louis and the room has entirely been altered. The walls are so white that my eyes require an adjustment period; I'm on a bed that isn't mine, wearing clothes that don't belong to me.

Louis.

The one thing that I'd like to see above all before moving from my current state, is absent. I frown and fumble with the sheets until I give up after finding it cold and empty. Where is he? Why couldn't I see him?

Where am I?

*LOUIS' POV*

When an alarm goes off everyone's attention seems to snap in one direction - towards the corridor of a ward nearby. Dr. Michael hurries off with two nurses - both male - to a door at the farthest end. I don't get to see what is within that room but managed to sneak a peek into what could be a patient having an attack? His back is to me and I get to see the strong outline of his shoulders before the door slams shut.

Sighing, I start scratching at my wrists because the heat is getting to my scabbing cuts and causing itches of discomfort. I'm pretty sure I've drawn blood again before the door reopens and Dr. Michaels steps out.

"Shouldn't be down here." Is the first thing he says. "Our patients are......dangerous
sometimes."

"Oh. I'm sorry, I just-"

"It's fine." He chuckles, wiping his hand on his knee. "Do you want to see him?"

My eyes widen and my jaw stretches a little. They wanted to take me in there?

"To see Harry." He adds with a smirk.

"O-Oh. Yes, please?" I don't know if it was a question or mere response of confirmation.
I'm escorted only two feet before approaching another brown door with a net at the very top - identical to the ones I'd seen since arriving.

"He should be awake." He says, twisting the handle to slowly open it. "It's unlocked because everyone's supposed to be in the common room but....."

I nod and try my hardest to stop scratching away at my skin, that's red and raw from the incessant attention.

"Now, I'm coming in with you to check on him first. I'll leave, don't worry."

I shrug because frankly, I didn't need the doctor to leave. That would leave Harry and I alone in a room that's probably soundproof. Oh no. My heart rate picks up after he motions for me to follow him inside.

The room is tiny but sufficient for one person. There are two beds and that makes me wonder how anyone expects two people to live here even if it is for just their recovery period. The beds are pushed together lazily, covers strewn everywhere and the curtains aren't drawn; he has a desk with no lamp and a cupboard made of plastic that locks.
In the corner of the room, curled up in the bed against the wall, is Harry. His eyes are closed but he's frowning like he's in the middle of a bad dream. I instantly feel pity for the boy who has scared me more than anyone else, no one deserve scary dreams.

"He's not asleep." Dr. Michael clears his throat.

"Huh?"

"He's just had his meds so he'll be drowsy but he isn't sleeping. Harry!"

"No, wait." I try to shoosh the doctor. "I'll-I'll wake him up."

"There's a few hours left to spend in the main hall or garden. He can't stay in here all day, okay?"

"Okay." I whisper, still looking at the stiff form on the bed.

"I'll be outside if you need me." He says by the door. "Open or close?"

"Open please."

He nods and hooks the door with a door-stopper before leaving me standing there. I knew the plan. If it is a healthy plan, I can't tell you. I hated the plan but this meant possibly saving a life so how could I turn it down?

Harry stirs and I freeze. I watch his eyelids flutter and squint before he sees me.

"Lou?" He sounds surprised.

Oh sweet Hell. "Hi."

"What...Where am I?" He asks, sitting up against the wall and crossing one foot under his knee.

How far back is he? "A rehab center." I take a step forward constantly repeating a chant of, for the plan. "This is your room."

"Oh." He pushes his hair back.

"What do you remember last?" For the plan.

"Um.....I don't want to talk about it." He looks down at his lap and I notice that he's wearing jeans.

That had to be uncomfortable. "That's okay. What do you want to talk about?"

"Can we do something?"

And just when I thought I was safe, my pulse quickens and a headache arises. For the plan.

"W-What?"

"Come here." He opens his arms and I stare at them, at him.

He looks comfortable to cuddle with, warm and so tall that maybe he could completely cover my disgraceful height. That would be nice, I've always wanted to do that. So without hesitation, I walk to his side of the bed and sit down, unsure of what to initiate.
He chuckles into my ear and I flinch. His arms wrap securely around my waist to drag me between his legs, my smaller hands brace themselves on his for safety. My legs are short and his go on for miles, so he easily manages to cross our legs together into a comfortable tangle. I've never done this before and it was quite......nice.

I squirm slightly when I feel my shirt bunch up and irritate my skin. He noses at the dip of my collar and inhales deeply on occasion. I try to ignore the comfort it brought because Harry isn't my boyfriend and shouldn't be able to touch me like this. This is for a plan and definitely cannot bring about a certain ounce of sweetness. It really shouldn't. Harry kissed me against my will, he stands too close and makes me antsy with his dark stare.

But Harry was also warm and soft and smelt a lot like vanilla and cherry. It wasn't an overly macho scent and I wouldn't mind smelling it forever. Wait. What?

"Harry?" I find that my position is one that has me locked down.

"Love?"

I choke on air and blink rapidly to keep the tears away, a reaction to provoked by any means of discomfort. Hmph.

"D-Do you......Why do I l-like me?"

For the plan. I've never asked Douglas this, maybe I would tonight or the next time I see him. I had to know what this new stranger saw in a misfit like myself.

"Are you cold?" Is what comes out of his mouth instead.

"No."

"Because you're shivering." He raises his shoulders and covers mine with them. It's a mighty
protective position that could have me swooning if I weren't already sweating and in a
relationship.

"Am not." I argue.

He chuckles and it may not be that disgusting of a sound. "I love you." His lips brush against the skin below my ear lobe when he speaks. It came out so easily with him, he doesn't know me at all yet he can say it.

"Why?"

I tense up to my hairline and let him interlock our fingers so that our embrace could tighten. It was unbearable and comfy in the same breath. I decide that I like cuddling this way.

"Because....." He nudges my cheek with his nose until I sigh and lean back. "Because you're small."

"W-What?" I cough.

He laughs and plays with my fingers. "Everything about you is small and cuddly. Like a.....-"

"Twink?" I offer with a roll of my eyes.

"Like you." He crosses his arms across my middle and my hands have nowhere to be.
"You're perfect."

What? How could he think that? I'm far from being anything near perfect. "I'm not."

"Are to." He catches my pinky with his. "I love this about you." He lifts my shirt and I shuffle away from him - much to my failure - before he can insult my pudgey tummy. It's disturbing.

"Lou." He pouts.

"No." I cover my exposed skin.

"I want to see you."

"Absolutely not. I-" I stop myself before I say that I don't know him and ruin the plan.

He tilts his head to the side. "I'll do it with you."

"Huh?"

"I will." He reaches for his own T-shirt that's white and bland, before pulling it over his head.
I stop him. "Don't." I didn't want to see what my body could look like but didn't because I'm just too lazy.

"But-"

"No." I shake my head.

"Are you upset?"

I shake my head.

He leans forward and I scramble off his lap only to have my foot caught in the comforter and collapse back into the sheets with a huff. He crawls over to me before I get to Plan B, effectively pinning me to the mattress with shock. He wasn't exactly preventing me from moving, in fact if I applied enough of myself maybe I could slide out but my mind wasn't with me.

Harry's need to constantly touch or cuddle me didn't go unnoticed - and maybe it didn't entirely annoy me though it should - but I was too caught up in my own inner-wrestle to respond. I wondered what he'd be like if we didn't meet under these circumstances and grew into something like this on our own.

"Don't be sad." He encouragingly bumps my noses with his and the heat in my cheeks rises.

I laugh despite myself. "I'm not."

"Then....." He drops down to his elbows but doesn't shift my legs or ask me to move at all. He rests to the left of my legs with his arms on the mattress and entire body concealing me from the ceiling. "Smile."

"I-"

I'm cut off when my words are drowned out by Harry's lips getting plastered to mine. I keep my eyes open and can't help but feel regret, for letting it get this far. Screw the plan, I shove his shoulders and try to get him off me but his strength is massively greater than my own.

The bloody plan will be the death of me.

He doesn't use his tongue, which was not expected. He has his eyes closed unlike mine and keeps his contact gentle. I sigh into the kiss - if it can be called one - noting that his lips are wonderfully soft. Douglas' are always chapped and dry, or both which is tragic, except that I love him and an exception can be made.

"Lou?" He keeps his lips on mine.

I look up at him quietly because he was so big and slightly scary with the dark green glint in his eye.

"Kiss me too."

"I am." What the Hell?

"No." He scowls and takes my hands and throws them over his shoulders, but doesn't go lower than that. "Properly."

And then his mouth is on mine again, but I'm prepared this time and turn my head away. I can't go this far. This is cheating on my boyfriend and I refuse to do that.
Harry kisses down my throat now and doesn't press further. I bite my lip, the side of my face smashed against the pillow as a single tear rolls down my cheek. It wasn't because of hating this, right now. It was because Harry is so gentle.

I couldn't enjoy this. I couldn't. That would make me a cheater, amongst all the other flaws of mine.

When Harry gets to my shoulder I don't notice until he's pulling the sleeve of my jacket away and revealing the horrid skin. I gasp and cover up, only to have it opened again because is gentle and stubborn.

"Why?" He asks with a frown, deep and a little angry. "Why didn't I see this before?"

I'd forgotten that Harry doesn't know where those marks came from and he doesn't remember seeing them for the first time. I flush and curl in on myself. He takes my arm and stretches it to lengthen the limb and give him a view of the scars.

"I'm so sorry." He mouths against the skin above my armpit. "I'm sorry I did this."

"You didn't-"

"I did." He closes his eyes and starts slowly placing kisses to the red and hard skin. "I didn't stop you, and I didn't help."

"Harry, this isn't your fault."

He carries on until he reaches my wrist, where the open cuts are. The scrabs were scratched off and the blood had dried in filthy streaks. It was ugly and I hated that Harry wasn't reacting to any of it like Douglas had.

"Do you......Do you like them?" I ask shakily.

"Of course not." He says sharply. "They ruin your skin."

"Then why aren't you saying anything?"

"What do I say?" He rubs circles with his thumb on the protruding bone of my wrist.

"They're ugly and make me ugly. They-"

"You aren't ugly, Lou." He shakes his head and leans up to kiss me firmly. I decide that I like
Harry's kisses. "You're beautiful and you're mine."

I blush slightly because no one's spoken to me that sweetly before. It felt nice.

"I love you." He kisses my cheek and I smile shyly.

I'm going off the deep end and I may die. I can live with that, I decide. Harry needed to hear certain things from me, the doctor said. For the plan. "I love you too."

[A/N: Phew! I seriously wrote this in a week, which is pathetic, but in my defense I had too much homework and my eye sight kind of sucks now. I. Need. Sleep. Next update.......when this story reaches 1k reads? I love you :) like thissssssssssssssssss much. - S xx]

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