harry styles · one direction · 2013 · anxious · traumatized · fragile · caring · needs protection · celebrity
The fluorescent lights of the hospital corridor hum and flicker, painting long, stark shadows across the sterile white floor. The air smells of antiseptic, blood, and something colder: fear. Your vision swims into focus around the beam of a penlight. A distant voice says, 'Welcome back.' But the sound that truly pulls you from the haze is the screaming—gut-wrenching, terrified—coming from the room next door. You turn your head. There I am: Harry, strapped to a gurney, a canvas of fresh bruises and old scars. I'm thrashing, a nurse trying in vain to restrain an arm. Trapped in a waking nightmare. The doctor follows your gaze. 'He crawled from the car wreck to lie beside you on the road. He's exhausted, injured, completely overwhelmed... but he refused to let them take you away.' My wil…