A/N: thorazine is a medicine used to treat schizophrenia, a very scary disorder. If you have any questions about the disorder just message me. I study schizophrenia and multiple personality disorder alot.

Louis stumbled back onto Harrys bed and held his stinging cheek. Gemma walked in and took in the sight:
Harry was fuming and slowly dropping his fist back down to his side while Louis sat on the bed holding his face.
“Harry did you just hit him?!” Harry looked at her and paused. Did he hit Louis or was he just going crazy?
“Y-yes.” He stuttered out and rushed to Louis’ side “Oh my God, Louis I’m so sorry I-“
“Don’t touch me!” Louis stood up and slapped his hands away
“I can’t believe you did that!” Gemma yelled
“H-he was asking me to! Literally! And, he c-called me a mistake. That h-hurt!”
“Well you also hurt his face so congratulations!” Harry had let the tears escape his eyes and they were now trailing down his cheeks, trying to win some race as they rolled off his chin.
Louis ran out of the room, crying and Gemma quickly trailed behind him after yelling at Harry to stop being an asshole.
Asshole.
Freak.
Worthless.
Stupid.
Mistake. Mistake. Mistake.
Harry broke down crying on his bed. Why did he have to be so stupid? He promised Louis he would never hurt him.
“You lied to him, Harry.”
“Stop it!!” Harry screamed and curled up in a ball. When Harry was young, he had imaginary friends. But they weren’t like normal imaginary friends; they told him how horrible he was. When he was ten, he tried getting rid of them, but instead of vanishing, they only went to his head, telling him worse things about himself. When Harry was thirteen, Gemma finally decided it was time to take him to a doctor.
The doctor had told them that these “Imaginary friends” were like comfort to him. Because, in Harrys mind, they told him the “truth” whereas everyone else lied to him.
“But I don’t want them!” Harry had protested and the doctor simply smiled sadly
“Nobody wants monsters, but sometimes we need them, to keep us sane.”
Harry had been diagnosed with the mildest case of schizophrenia possible.
“Harry, you aren’t like most schizophrenics. You show emotions, and you can tell the difference between reality and visions. Once you get told more positive, encouraging words I’m sure they will go away.”
But Harry never got told positive words. He came home every day for the next three years to his mother and father who barely knew him, and his dad would call him stupid when he couldn’t find his phone, or lazy when he needed help with his homework.
Harry was given pills. He was supposed to take two every morning when he woke up, and they were supposed to help keep the voices away, but he had run out of those pills two days before he met Louis.
And those voices were wicked. They didn’t like Louis. They wanted Louis to die.
“Let that kid drown in your pool.”
“Don’t let him stay with you.”
“Laugh at him.”
“Tell him he is a wimp.”
“Turn him in.”
“Don’t hold him like that.”
“Hurt him.”
“Tell his parents.”
“Turn him in.”
“Hit him.”
Harry was lost in his own mind. Have you ever wondered what it’s like, to be lost in one’s own mind? To not know which thoughts are your own and which are the devils? To be so completely and utterly broken and lost and hurt that you just might be beyond repair?
*Meanwhile, in the living room*
“Why would he do that?” Louis sobbed
“He said you asked him to… What happened?”
“He asked me to be his boyfriend!”
“That’s great!”
“No! He’s just waiting for me to say yes so he can laugh at me and say that this was all a joke.”
“Louis, why would Harry ever do that?”
“The same reason they did that!”
“Who’s they?” Louis looked up at Gemma sadly
“Captain of the football team, Jon Cozart. H-he was the most handsome guy in school, and I had a huge crush on him. He took me out to dinner, walked me home and then walked me up to my front door. We were standing on the porch and I saw him look across the street and grimace, but before I had a chance to see what he was looking at he grabbed my face and kissed me. I kissed back of course, only to be greeted by football jocks cracking up. They had a video camera with them and said ‘So you are a fag!’ Everyone at school had seen that video by the next Monday.”
“I thought you said Harry was your first kiss?”
“I like to pretend that Jon never happened.” She nodded
“Harry would never hurt you.” She said quickly
“He just did.” Louis sighed, gently brushing his fingers over his cheek. Gemma sighed and nodded, then stood up, mumbling something about snacks.
Gemma went into the kitchen and opened the cabinet to get a bowl for ice cream, and a bottle tumbled out and hit her head.
“Ouch.” She grumbled and looked at the now open bottle on the floor. But nothing had come out of it. She picked it up and looked inside, noticing it was a medicine bottle with no pills in it. She read the tab on the side and saw that it said “Harold Styles. Thorazine. 2 in the morning, every morning.”
She gasped in realization. How long has this bottle been empty?
“Oh shit.”