Bite My Tongue

---AMBER POV---

A few days ago it was all fine I mean literally it was perfect, my mind cannot fathom words to describe how happy I was then.Those days seemed like years ago. It's as if time stood still. I swear I was grinning just thinking about those days. But now we were all in bits. Harry in solitary confinement, I was in the centres hospital as well as Niall having panic attacks over what he witnessed that day and Louis being everyone's rock and keeping us all looked after and settled. We were all pretty shook up after the incidence that happened the day after we were on the field, negligence surrounded our angered attitudes towards Harry and we still didn't take notice of the updates about how his condition was due to his sedated state. The very last update was that he had a break down over what he done, but the scars and bruises haven't just disappeared and neither did our heavy grudge against him.This lead to the decision of him being sedated until a conclusion in the form of medicine could be found for his temper. Although I felt somewhat at a loss without him with us and in some respects I want to look after his sensitive state and heal him. It was some obscured and wild idea in my head but it made sense to me.
It all started the morning after the day at the field I woke up after a sound sleep and was ready to face a day in hell. I remember blue skies that day and a sun that held a vendetta upon the city of Sheffield and made the temperature too warm for it's own good. Harry on the other hand had a vendetta of his own and was giving everyone a hard cold shoulder and keeping to himself that day. He refused to talk to even Louis( which meant this was a serious matter) I have no idea what got him into this but I made it my duty to find out what crawled up his arse and died.
After breakfast I followed Harry back to his room, following him from a distance down the windy corridors with Louis and Niall even further back behind me copying me in the exact same way around to Harry's corridor where his room was. Corridor 467 was for the angry and uncooperative patients who attempted to escape or find a way to smuggle drugs into the centre and get their fix, it fitted Harry's nature perfectly; angry, uncooperative and possibly insane at times. He quickly darted into his room and slammed the stark white door making an echo ripple through the corridor. My body wheeled me forward towards the door and I placed my ear to the doors surface. I heard something I thought I would never hear come from Harry's rosy lips. Crying. I heard sniffles and mumbled words come from behind the door making my body stiffen. My hand curled around the cool door knob twisting it and letting the door off its latch. I peeked through the door to see Harry kneeling over on the floor with his tense back facing me. His body juts and shakes as his sobs grew louder. The shoes that adorned my feet made movement and pressed themselves onto the floor once again as I got slightly closer to Harry every time my foot took a new step. I knelt down slightly behind him and cautiously wrapped my arms around his broad shoulders as best as I could.
I was there for possibly seconds before Harry shot his head up and his bloodshot, red, puffy eyes made contact with mine. His eyes had became an intense sage colour from his tears. The tattooed boy stared at me for minutes, taking in my every movement before taking his large hand and gripping my shoulders and in one swift movement shoved me to the floor. Harry crawled on top of me and grunted into my ear "stay the fuck away from me slut." before jumping up and forcefully slamming his fist into my stomach making it churn and the pain to wash over the whole of my body sending it into shock. My body then became numb and I couldn't make out Harry's next move. I felt someone drag me up by my shirt so I was closer to the persons face, the feeling of their damp breath hitting my cheek. I made out curls and immediately knew it was Harry feeling his glare sink through my skin before throwing me through the air with ease thus hitting the brilliant white brick wall of his room. My brain became fuzzy and my sight blackened making the world around me turn into a slur and sweet nothing surrounded me letting my mind wonder into unconsciousness.

---LOUIS' POV---

As soon as I got myself and Niall to the closed door of Harry's room I heard a small squeak and a heavy bang against the wall I was next to. My body being more alert than my mind told Niall to stay put as I swung the door open to find Amber deposited against the wall of Harry's room unconscious and Harry grinning at her sprawled out body. "What the fuck have you done you stupid fucking twat?" I screamed at him raging towards him and launching my anger powered fist into his jaw making Harry step back from the heavy impact of my knuckles which throbbed from the contact with Harry's jaw. Harry soon shook out of his trance and grabbed me by the shirt slamming me into the wall: winding me in the process. He started to punch me repeatedly in the face. My attempts of pulling him off me were becoming weaker and weaker as the pain started to get to me and I soon gave up and let him get his anger out, not even bothering to stop him. Time stood still making the punches feel minutes longer and the pain more vulgar.

"Leave Louis alone Harry," I heard Niall stutter from the doorway, I looked over to his head peeping around the door frame and shook my head at him knowing Harry would use Niall's innocence against him to hurt the little blonde. But it was proved to be too late as Harry sauntered his way over to Niall with a too pleasant grin on his face. "What are you going to do about it?" Harry mocked Niall as he crouched down slightly to be at eye level with Niall's blue irises. Niall's courage over took his thoughts as he tried to push Harry to the ground only making Harry budge slightly and laugh at Niall's petite attack towards the new and not so improved Harry. Niall's courage diminished to a pip and he soon turned to me for help. 'Get help' was all I had to mime to Niall to make him understand what to do and he instantaneously bolted into the lonely corridor Harry urgently rushed behind attempting to stop Niall and probably hurt him. But that was where Niall differed, he didn't have strength but in an emergency he was fast to take up a plan of action. The last I heard of Niall was him screaming help. I stood up and staggered over to Amber who was still knocked out on the floor. I laid her onto my lap and checked her pulse and for any injuries, a large purple bruise already formed across her stomach from Harry's carelessness.

I heard footstep enter the room after a good twenty minutes of rocking Amber back and forth in some hope it heals her. "Louis?" Niall asked a worried tone smothered his voice. I looked up and behind him were two doctors rushing over to my side to check Amber. They soon had her taken away and had me and Niall straight to the nurses office to be checked up. Turns out I needed a few stitches above my eyebrow and Niall was sent to the psychiatrist to be calmed down from his panic attack after seeing Harry's anger be unleashed. I also later found out that Harry had no chance of calming down and was therefore sedated and put into solitary confinement until his doctor believed he was stable enough to be let out. I was kind of glad he was put into isolation, this could mean that I could start to get a hold of what on earth was going on with Amber and Harry and maybe even find out Amber's past. I'm not sure what this was going to lead to but I guess it could only go two ways; better or worse.