Hideaway [h.s]

175

Screaming.

That's all I heard as my eyes shot open from my dead sleep. The first thing my eyes saw was digital clock on the nightstand that displayed 3:37am.

With the sounds of ballistic screams filling our bedroom, I shot upright in urgency. I turned my head to Harry's side to see he wasn't there, the bed was completely empty. But with the sounds of the screaming, I looked around the room to find the source of the noise. My heart was racing and my stomached ached at the awful sound.

My eyes landed on Harry, who was balled up on the floor across the room. His forehead was pressed into the ground and his knees were tucked under his body. His arms were crossed over his stomach beneath him and he was screaming blood murder.

I leaped so fast out of bed and ran over to him on the ground. He was doubled over, screaming like he was is horrible pain.

"Harry!" I placed my hand on his hot back, trying to get him to relax.

I have no clue why he was screaming, but he wouldn't stop. I tried to get him to sit up, grabbing his shoulder and turning him to sit up and face me but he wouldn't budge.

"Harry please!" I tried to get him to stop, feeling my heart race in fear. Was he hurt? If so then it must've been really bad because he never screams like this. He wasn't screaming in cries, he was screaming in fear. He kept himself tucking in a ball on the ground, keeping his forehead pressed into the floor and his arms folded over his stomach tightly like he was protecting himself. His body rocked a bit, and he looked absolutely insane.

The sound of the door busting open made me turn my head to see Louis and Niall running shirtless. Niall held a baseball bat in his hand while Louis held out a gun, both of them half asleep.

"What the fuck is going on!" Louis shouts as they look around the room for anyone that was an intruder. But when their eyes narrow to the floor, they see Harry balled up.

"He won't stop screaming! I don't know what's wrong with him!" I say as tears trickle my eyes.

"Well what did he do!" Niall says in confusion.

"I don't know! But I've never seen him do this." I shake my head and rub his back.

"Harry!" Louis yells over his screaming, crouching down and shaking him, but Harry didn't acknowledge him at all.

"Is he hurt?" Niall asks while crouching down on the other side of him.

"I don't know!" I cup my hand over my mouth and sit back on my knees, feeling the tears roll down my cheeks.

"Lets try and get him out of this position to see if he's hurt." Louis shouts to Niall over the noise.

Niall bent over and grabbed under Harry's arms, going to move him somehow. They turned him over so he laid curled up on his side, screaming even louder at the transition and tightening his body even more.

"Harry please," I couldn't help but cry, sitting on my knees and brushing the hair on the back of his head.

He stayed curled up on his side, his arms over his head like he was protecting himself from something or someone.

"Please don't hurt me!" He screamed in terror, keeping his curled body in a ball on the ground.

"Harry no ones gonna hurt you!" I go to touch him but he flinches and screams louder.

"I'm sorry! Please stop!" He screamed in his arms, his fingers pulling his hair hard at the back of his head as his knees stayed tight to his chest. He looked like a child who was terrified of something in front of him, like something or someone was beating him.