Disasterology
The air was cold as Harry fleeted his way into his flat. Being December, he was not really surprised by the weather, snow and ice was inevitable. Placing the keys on the mantle piece, Harry shook his hair to abandon all the ice crystals from his curly, brown nest. Harry lived alone. He doesn't care however. He likes being alone and free to do whatever he wants. But something is missing. He cannot however cipher what exactly he seems to be missing.
Rummaging through his mail he noticed a letter from his University.
Dear Mr. Styles
We are glad to inform you that a placement has been set for you to enable you to complete the University Course of Psychology and be granted a qualification. The details are below and if any queries arise please contact your lecturer or the head of the University of Glasgow. Good Luck.
Mr. Vincent Kennedy
Head of the University of Glasgow.
Harry's eyes rapidly flew to the bottom of the page. These are the details he needed. He hoped for somewhere nice and peaceful like where his fellow student got – An old folks home for dementia.
Lockmondale: Home of the mentally unstable...
Dropping the letter on the table, Harry groaned unable to read the rest of the details. Mentally Unstable. That said it all. He's going to a nut house.
'I'm probably going to get mauled.' Harry spoke to himself. 'Why there, why not a prison for murderers. That would be safer.' He scoffed at his last sentence. Not for how ridiculous it was but rather... how true it could be.
Running upstairs he snapped open his door to find everything still neat and tidy. Nothing touched. He sighed and galloped over to his laptop were he opened his emails. Of course. One from Lockmondale. Great.
Harry,
'Pftt, not even a formal opening. The staff must be mental too.' Harry rolled his eyes as he continued.
We are delighted to have you join us for your experience. We must take precautions however and we advise you to come down as soon as you possibly cam just so we can go over some...warnings. Nothing to horrendous. I give you my word. Again, we are happy to welcome you into our clinic.
Yours Sincerely,
Dr. Dean McIntosh.
'Warnings?!' Harry gulped. He was going to die. No question.
A/N: So Hello! This is a new story. I've decided to put this up on here because it is on wattpad also. I hope you guys like it! if it gets good feedback then i will update it here! This is a Harry Styles fanfic and as you have just read it is based in a mental institution so there is going to be mentions of self harm and bulimic nature. So yeah, Enjoy! ~ Ama xx