Harry brushed the hair out of her face, in the last ten hours she had woken up only to drift back to sleep, the doctors assured him it was normal. A nurse came in every once a while to check her vitals, assuring him she would be okay. Anne offered to get Harry food but he wasn’t hungry, he just wanted her to come home with him.
The media had gotten a hold of what happened, Harry ignored him, Gemma tweeted asking that this time all he wants is privacy, Anne tweeted the same and asked for prayers. But of course that didn’t stop the media from emailing everyone, asking for some kind of information.
“Here,” Anne hands Harry a water.
He looks away from Y/N, her skin was lighter than normal, she didn’t look the same and he didn’t like that. Her eyes were closed, lips lightly parted as soft snores left her mouth, his right hand gripped on to hers, his left moved away from her hair to grab the bottle.
“She’ll be okay Harry, she’s just tired,” Anne reminds him.
He doesn’t say anything, just sets the bottle next to him, then grabs Y/N hands with both of his. He didn’t know what to do at this point, “she’s in here because of those pictures, because of me,” he whispered.
“No,” Anne shook her head, “this is not your fault.”
“It is,” Harry whispered, closing his eyes and resting his head on the mattress.
Harry sits up, rubbing his eyes. He hears laughter coming from the TV and he turns to see Y/N sitting up in bed. Her eyes on the small screen, her lips pressed in a line, her eyes dull, her face emotionless. In front of her is a tray with food that is untouched.
“Baby,” Harry says, grabbing her hand, “you’re awake. How long have you been awake? Why didn’t you wake me up? How are you feeling?”
She turns her gaze away from the TV, her eyes watery, “didn’t want to disturb you,” she mumbled.
Harry frowns, “you could never disturb me.”
He moves the tray, sitting on the edge of her bed, “what happened?” he asked.
She shakes her head, sniffling, “I-I can’t do it anymore,” she cried, “everyone keeps calling me these names, they touch me,” she sobbed, “I-I can’t - they all judge me.”
Harry’s heart breaks at her state, “they tell me to hurt myself, I-this one guy kept grabbing me, I-don’t feel like myself-I’m not happy,” she cried, her body shaking.
Harry wraps his arm around her, holding her tight, he presses his lips against her forehead, trying to calm her down. But it doesn’t work, she clings on to him, letting out all her pain as he rocks her back and forth gently, holding her.
Harry hated this place, he hated having to leave his phone, wallet, and any belongings at the door, having to sign in. He hated how the walls were blue, he hated the screaming that came from room 135, where the same women yelled at the nurse.
He sits in the visiting room where all the other families are talking to their loved ones. That’s when he sees her, Y/N. Her hair is pulled into a messy ponytail, the same grey sweater she had stolen from Harry covers her body, sweatpants matching them.
It’s been two weeks, two weeks since they transferred Y/N to the mental hospital. He was upset she wasn’t at home with him, but after returning her she seemed to be getting better. She would tell him about the friends she made, about how every Monday and Thursday was pet therapy, how much she hated group therapy, and how cold it was at night.
“My love,” Harry smiled, hugging her, she smiled, inhaling his scent.
“H,” she leaned up to kiss his cheeks, “I get to go home tomorrow.”
“I’m so excited baby,” Harry cups her cheeks, looking down at her, her eyes full of life again, “I’ve missed you so much.”
“I’ve missed you to, and our shower, and our bed, and real food,” Y/N giggled, “and being able to go on walks without having a doctor on my heels.”
Harry laughs as she slips into the chair across from him, “how are you?” He asked.
“Scared,” she admits, playing with his rings, “I saw it on the news you know, they think I’m crazy.”
“You’re not crazy,” Harry shakes his head, “fuck them. Y/N please don’t listen to them, please.”
“I’m scared Harry,” she says, looking at him.
“I’m going to be with you baby, every step of the way, I’ve worked it out with Jeff. You’re going to be joining us, if you want, if you feel like it’s too much we can work something out, I can post pone my tour, your health is more important to me,” Harry says, “you almost died Y/N. You almost left me, y-you almost left.”
“I’m sorry,” Y/N says, squeezing his hand.
He smiled softly, “I know, but we can do this Y/N, you and me,” he kisses her hand, “yeah?”
She nods, smiling back, “you and me,” he says, “forever.”
Been so busy with conventions and stuff that I haven’t had time to draw. I’ll be at the SF Cherry Blossom Festival again this weekend in the Japan Town mall next to Kinokuniya. I was able to squeeze in a quick wip of Howl’s Moving Castle. Hopefully I can finish this and my other wip soon. I also want to start up on my Knite and Fisheye Placebo comics too.
wearing black skinny ripped jeans, embracing his natural hair, is loving towards his husband, not giving a damn what other people think, admitting he wore phil's coat and saying he knew it would make us happy, making hints about moving
taking gorgeous selfies, taking picture of his husband, laughing a lot, making lots of sexual jokes, being an actual sunshine
MY SKIN IS CLEAR THE SUN IS SHINING MY CROPS ARE FLOURISHING HALLELUJAH PRAISE THE LORD 2017 IS THE BEST YEAR OF MY LIFE AND IT'S NOT EVEN HALF OVER