It Takes Patience
Chapter 9: Just Shadowing, No Stalking or Eye Fucking!
I woke up early again this morning, this time by choice as Levi actually slept through the night without any terrors or panic attacks disturbing me. I got up quietly so I didn’t wake him and glanced at the digital clock's bright red numbers that read 7:15 am. I went to the intercom and asked Paul to let me out of the room.After he agreed and buzzed the automatic locking door to let me out, I went straight to the showers and wanked. This is the second time that I had dreamed about her the entire night and I never do that. Generally, before Maudsley, I would go out with my mates meet a girl, take her out, flirt around with her and maybe have sex or do something else inappropriate for a first date and then would barely be interested in her the next day. I've had two girlfriends before I got stuck in here, but they didn't even captivate me as much as the hazel eyed girl with glasses. What was it about Reagan that kept her in my mind this long? I came...hard, finished showering, got changed, and headed back to my room running into the last person I wanted to see today, the meds nurse, damn it!
“There you are Harry, only one today.” She said handing me a paper cup half filled with water water and a capsule.
“Which one is this?” I asked taking it from her eyeing it suspiciously.
“Aripiprazole.” She replied simply while staring me up and down. I furrowed my eyebrows together while popping the pill, drank the water and flashed her smile that didn't reach my eyes.
“Open.” She said seductively to me. She was new and always flirted. I flirted back but not because I was really into her. She's sweet and all but she's not my type. That’s just the way I am. I opened my mouth and stuck out my tongue. When she saw that the pill was gone, I put my tongue back in my mouth, but not before licking my lips provocatively knowing that I would get a reaction out of her. She smiled at me and pinched my ass before walking away when Paul walked up.
“Styles is ever the ladies’ man,” he joked. I rolled my eyes and then shook my head in denial, but I kind of know it's true. “Go on lad, you should get to the dining halls to eat before the medicine starts to settle in.”
I walked to the dining hall and grabbed a banana, an apple, and a juice when I saw Dr. Baker approaching me.
“Hello Harold.” She spoke and sounded a little too chipper for my liking. I looked at her and smiled despite myself stuffing the banana to the side of my mouth to manage a “Hello.” She started talking and I really didn’t hear anything she said until she mentioned Reagan’s name. When I paid closer attention to what she was saying, I was both angered and intrigued by her little assignment idea. I don’t have any privacy as it is. There are guards at every corner to make sure we behave ourselves and don't start any commotion with ourselves or any other patient for that matter, camera's that watch us in our rooms, when we walk the halls, and pretty much every other room in this God forsaken hell hole and I have a fucking roommate, but at the same time this could be interesting at best.
“So what do you say Harold?” she asked and I found myself agreeing to it, once again despite myself. The meds must be kicking in.
“Good,” she said standing up to leave, “because she’ll be here around 1 to start.” My eyebrows knitted and my head snapped up to protest against it starting so soon but it was too late. She was already gone.
When I got up this morning I felt a little homesick so I called my mom and dad and face timed with my sis from another Miss Channel. We talked for at least an hour about what has been going on at home since I've been gone and I updated her on my progress with Dr. Baker. This of course could not be talked about without mentioning Harry.
“Sooooo, what you’re telling me is you've got the hot’s for a mental patient. Is that right because that’s what I’m hearing at least.” Channel joked and then yawned. It's only four thirty in the morning in LA, but I'm so happy that I was able to talk to my parents and my best friend. It's my dream to be here in London right now, but the fact that I miss them is not forgotten.
“Shut up,” I laughed, “You don’t get it. He doesn't seem like he belongs here yet he is. I mean, the most I’ve seen is sudden flares of anger, but does a short temper really get you put into a mental hospital?” I said while picking off part of a bagel and eating it, trying to reason with Chanel.
“No, I’m assuming not but you know what they say about those who assume right? It makes an ass out of you and me. So since he can’t just be there for a short temper, it must be for something deeper than that Rea-tard.” she replied laughing at the new nickname she had given me.
“You could be right. But now at least I have the chance to get closer and see what it is” I said.
“Hey now girl, don’t get too close or they might just admit you for staring too hard. Besides, are you supposed to delve into his personal life? I thought shadowing meant see what’s going on with him during his hospital stay?”
“Dr. Baker said its fine if he feels comfortable enough to share personal things with me if he wants. She just can’t tell me what is in his case file. If I stumble on it on my own though there’s nothing she can do. She can’t get in trouble for that” I stated matter of factly.
“Alright babes, you can handle yourself. Just make me a promise...” Channel said trialing off.
“What would that be Channel?”
“Just shadowing, no stalking or eye fucking I don't need any calls from your mom saying that you went from employee to one of the insane!” Channel and I laughed before we said good bye and agreed that she would come visit in a two weeks time. I ended the call and got myself together to begin my first day of the assignment.
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