LIAM: (delusions/paranoia) “[Y/N]… [Y/N], listen to me,” I tilted her chin up. “Nobody’s following us.” “Yes he is! He was following us! He’s going to hurt me Liam! If he finds me he’ll kill me!” She screamed. “He won’t hurt you. I’ll keep you safe, baby. I won’t let anybody lay a finger on you.” She sighed. “You don’t understand…” “What don’t I understand, doll?” “If you try to protect me he’ll hurt you, then he’ll get me.” “Oh.” I breathed. It hurt me to see [Y/N] like this. She was so upset, she was positive there was someone out to get her. No words of mine could soothe her fears. She chewed nervously on her fingernails. “Okay, what can I do?” I asked. “We need to hide.” She said quickly. “Liam, hide me. I can’t know where I am. He can read my mind.” I took a deep breath. Sometimes she was fine, other times she was a wreck. “Okay, close your eyes.” I said. I wrapped one arm around her back and the other behind her knees before I lifted her off the barstool in our kitchen. I walked with her around the couches in our living room and behind the dining room table. I repeated the loop 2 more times before slowly walking up the stairs. I moved the upper half of her body over my shoulder, and kept one arm behind her knees. I opened the door to the bathroom and walked inside before walking back out and closing the door. I took her into our bedroom and stood in front of the bed, spinning around a few times before I set her down on the floor of our walk-in closet. I turned off the light and sat next to her. “Keep you eyes closed. We’re hidden.” “He doesn’t know I’m in here.” [Y/N] whispered. In the dim light I saw a smile on her face. “I can see him. He’s looking in the wrong spot.” I breathed a sigh of relief. She often had episodes like this with her residual paranoid schizophrenia. Her episodes would sometimes last for days, but I knew this one would be over in a just a few minutes. “Liam, Liam, Liam.” She chanted quietly. “Yes baby?” I whispered. “He’s almost gone.” She was quiet for about another minute. “He’s gone.” She whispered opening her eyes. “Good.” I said. “Let’s go.” [Y/N] said standing up, pulling me with her. “Where are we going?” I asked. “Lunch. You’re driving.” We walked downstairs and she handed me my keys. In the car she turned on the radio. She found a station she was happy with and we sang along to the song until the DJ started talking. “Oh my god,” She scoffed. “I can’t believe they’re talking about me.” “They’re not talking about you, babe.” “Yes they are. They’re speaking in code about how they’re going to abduct me.” “I won’t let them abduct you.” I said patting her leg. “I know you won’t.” She grinned. I leaned in and kissed her, “I love you.” I whispered.
NIALL: (hallucinations) [Y/N] kept tossing and turning, and finally she got out of bed. “Can’t sleep?” I asked. “No,” She sighed, “I can hear it again.” I got out of bed and walked into the bathroom where she stood. “How bad is it?” She shrugged her shoulders, tilting her hand side to side. “So-so.” She said. “Do you need one?” I said referring to her pills. She had psychotic paranoid schizophrenia. She shook her head no. “Okay, up.” I said patting the counter of the sink. She pushed herself up as I grabbed a clean washcloth from the cabinet underneath the sink. I dampened it and rested in behind her neck. “Sing with me?” I suggested. She nodded her head. “No light, no light in your bright blue eyes…” We sang for a minute before she shook her head. “Louder.” She said. I sang a bit louder and took her hands. I swayed between her knees whilst I sang until she yelled, “Stop!” “What now?” I asked. “It smells like… alcohol. Like rubbing alcohol.” “Want a candle?” I asked. She nodded her head yes. I lit the wick of the rosemary scented candle. I kept singing. “You want a revelation, you want to get it right. But it’s a conversation I just can’t have tonight. You want a revelation, some kind of resolution. Tell me what you want me to say.” “I can taste something bad. Niall, make it stop! Stop! Please stop!” [Y/N] cried. She gripped the edge of the sink, her knuckles turning white. I grabbed a cough drop from the nightstand and pressed it to her lips. She took it in her mouth and screamed again. “Be quiet! Please stop it! Niall, make it stop! IT’S GETTING LOUDER.” Tears flowed down her red face. She kicked her legs against the cabinet under the sink. She rocked forward, “STOP! STOP IT PLEASE! IT’S TOO LOUD! TOO MUCH! STOP GETTING LOUDER! STOP! WHAT ARE YOU SAYING?! I CAN’T HEAR WHAT YOU’RE SAYING! STOP! STOP TALKING TO ME!” Her arms were resting on my shoulders, her fists bunching the material of my shirt. Her head pushed against my chest. I removed the still damp washcloth from her neck and dropped it in the sink. “Niall make them stop.” [Y/N] panted. “Please tell them to go away.” “Okay, baby girl.” I said in her ear. “Hold on just a second.” I said and pushed her back on the counter. “No, no.” She whimpered. “STOP!!! STOP TALKING! BE QUIET!” She screamed. I rushed and got the syringe, pulling off the cover. I grabbed her arm and jammed the needle into it, gently pressing the back down. I tossed it to the side as her body went limp. I carried her to bed and gently tucked her in. Her jaw fell slack, and I took the sticky cough drop of out her mouth, wiping her lips with a tissue. I threw the cough drop away and washed my hands, blowing out the candle before climbing in bed behind her. She was still awake, but the sedative would put her to sleep shortly. I wrapped my body around hers. I brushed her hair out of her face and kissed her neck, “I love you.” I whispered.
HARRY: (bizarre behavior/confusion/disorganized speech) [Y/N] sat at the kitchen table while I made dinner, tracing every single wrinkle on her hand. “Haz?” She asked, looking at me. “Yes, love?” “What time is it?” I looked at the clock. “Half past five.” “Where?” She asked. “It’s half past five here.” “So you mean nowhere else it’s five thirty?” “It’s five thirty in the places around us, but nowhere else.” I clarified. “Oh, okay.” She smiled then stood up and walked into the little office down the hall. She came back with a pen and sat down at the table again. “See yellow cold d-d-d-d-do-o-o-oooooh.” She mumbled. I chuckled and went back to making dinner, but I heard a scratching noise. “[Y/N]? What are you doing sweetheart?” I asked making my way over to her. She stopped carving the wooden table with the end of the pen and looked up at me. “What are you doing?” I laughed. “I was-said that flowers wash- drawing.” She giggled. “I can see that.” I laughed, ignoring the incoherent string of words that constantly fell from her mouth. “You don’t have to be rude!” She yelled. “I’m sorry baby I didn’t mean it like that.” I said softly. She had disorganized schizophrenia, but that didn’t make me love her any less. “It’s okay!” She jumped up from her chair and ran to the fridge. “What are you looking for?” I asked following her. “Food, I’m starving. I haven’t eaten in four years!” “Are you sure it’s been four years?” I asked as she searched the freezer. “I’m positive,” She continued to empty the ice box until she was satisfied with a box of frozen burritos. “Mexican food for b-b-b-b-b-b-b-breakfast.” She giggled, pushing the box into my hands. “It’s dinnertime, and I already made food, beautiful.” Her gaze dropped to the floor. “C’mon [Y/N], go sit down.” I gently pushed her arm towards the table. “DON’T TOUCH ME!” She squealed, running into the living room and jumping over the back of the couch. I walked over and climbed on top of her, trying to press me lips to hers as she moved her head from side to side. “Will you stop so I can kiss you?” “I can’t! Moving, moving, moving, moving.” She smiled. “You are so cute.” I pinched her nose. “Your hair is curly.” She stated. “Oh is it?!” I laughed, “Let’s eat!” I said pulling her up from the couch. She sat down at the table and rocked back and forth, humming an unrecognizable tune. I set down the hot plate of grilled chicken and cup of buttered pasta in front of her. I grabbed my plate and sat down across from her. She slid her plate to the side and said, “Someone wrote on your table.” “You did, love.” “No I didn’t!” She spat. “Don’t blame me for your mistakes!” She scoffed and started to eat. “I’m sorry sweetheart, I know it wasn’t you. I didn’t mean to blame you, it’s my fault.” “It’s okay, I read it at the swing.” She sighed. We continued eating, and I watched [Y/N] as she rocked in her chair and snapped her fingers. “Harry,” She said with a worried voice. “What’s the matter?” I asked, taking her hand. “I love you.” She giggled, leaning over the table and pressing her lips to mine. “Ditto.” I smirked at her. “Ditto, ditto, ditto, ditto, ditto, what?” She questioned. I shook my head no and kissed her again, “I love you.” I whispered.
ZAYN: (violence/suicidal thoughts) She sat on the bathroom floor, knife in hand, tears rolling down her cheeks. “I have to.” She grunted. “No, angel, you don’t. You don’t have to.” I pleaded. I took a step towards her, my hands raised defensively. “Get back Zayn!” She yelled. “Don’t get any closer.” She warned. “Please, baby, please put the knife down. I’m gonna get you help, okay? I’ll take you to a doctor and we’ll get you all figured out.” “You said you’d never take me to a doctor!” She cried. “I know I said that baby, but I was being selfish. I didn’t want anyone else to touch you. I didn’t want to share you. I wanted you all to myself. But you need help now [Y/N]. You’re sick. You’re sick and you don’t know it. I need to take you to a doctor and get you some medicine so you can get better. I’m sorry I let you get this way, baby. It’s all my fault.” My voice shook as I tried to keep my tears from falling. “I won’t do it,” she reasoned, “but you have to swear not to take me to a doctor.” “I swear.” I said. She dropped the knife to the floor and crawled into my arms. Sobs shook her body, and I let my tears flow. I carried her to bed and laid with her until I was positive she was asleep. “[Y/N]?” I said in my regular voice. She didn’t budge. I got out of bed and went into the living room. I searched for a phone number of a local psychologist, and dialed the number. A lady answered and I said, “My girlfriend has been acting really strange lately. Today I got home from work and she was holding a knife to her stomach, saying she had to kill herself.” “Does she have depression?” “No, well at least it hasn’t been diagnosed yet, but she’s always been so happy, I don’t know what happened. Is she just having a meltdown or is there something else wrong?” “Hmmm, has she shown any signs of depression before?” “No, never.” “Well I think it would be in your best interest to bring her in.” “Okay, can I set up an appointment now?” “Sure.” “What time are you available tomorrow?” I asked. “Anytime after 3 p.m.” “That’s perfect, I’ll see you tomorrow at about 3.” I hung up and went back into the bedroom. [Y/N] was nowhere to be found. “Babe?” I called walking into the bathroom. “Sweetheart, where are you?” Still no answer. “[Y/N]?” Silence. I walked back into the bedroom. Was she hiding? I slid open the closet door and she pounced on me. I fell backwards and she straddled my waist, pressing a knife to my throat. “[Y/N], what are you doing, sweetheart?” I swallowed deeply. “You said you wouldn’t take me to a doctor. YOU SWORE!” She yelled, pressing the knife down harder. I don’t think it was cutting my skin, but it still activated my gag reflex. “Babe…” I began. I didn’t know what to say. “Baby, don’t do this,” I said quietly. “YOU LIED! YOU’RE A LIAR! I HATE YOU! YOU’RE GOING TO DUMP ME OFF AT AN INSANE ASYLUM! WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT?! WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT TO ME?!” She screamed. “I would never do that-” She cut me off. “YES YOU WOULD! I HEARD YOU ON THE PHONE! YOU’RE GOING TO TAKE ME TO A DOCTOR AND LEAVE ME THERE!” “Why would I do that, baby?” I asked. “BECAUSE YOU DON’T LOVE ME ANYMORE! YOU HATE ME! YOU DON’T WANT TO TAKE CARE OF ME ANYMORE! YOU PROBABLY FOUND ANOTHER GIRLFRIEND! SO NOW YOU HAVE TO GET RID OF ME!” Her voice cracked. “No Boo, I love you so much. I love you more than anything in the world,” I began to sit up, “I would never let a doctor touch you. I’m so sorry for lying, beautiful. Nobody as beautiful as you deserves to be lied to.” I kept talking softly and eventually she fell asleep. The next day I reluctantly took her to the doctor and she was diagnosed with hostile paranoid schizophrenia. I took her home and pulled her into bed and held her close to me, “I love you.” I whispered.
LOUIS: (loss of interest/inability to express emotion) “I’m not hungry.” [Y/N] said in her usual monotone voice. “Babe, you have to eat something.” I insisted. “Not hungry.” She said, her eyes unmoving. “Are you sure?” I asked again. “Not hungry.” “Okay then,” I lifted her plate from the table and rinsed it in the sink. “Let’s go get you ready. We’re meeting with Dr. Thomas today.” I said in a cheery voice. “Not hungry.” “I know you’re not hungry, love. Let’s go upstairs and get ready.” “Not hungry.” “Okay baby, let’s go.” I took her hands and gently pulled her from her chair. She stood still. “[Y/N], you have to walk,” I said, “darling, help me here.” I said wrapping my arms around her lower back. She slowly took a step forward. And then another, and another. Eventually we got to our bedroom. “C’mon darling, you need a bath.” I guided her to sit on the toilet seat while I started the bath. Once it was filled, [Y/N] undressed herself without any of my help. I couldn’t help but smile when she reached for my hand and said, “Help… me into…” I helped her into the tub and watched as she moved her skinny fingers up and down her legs. I knew she was slowly overcoming her catatonic schizophrenia, and her family and I couldn’t have been more relieved. Her close family members and I took turns caring for her when she was at her worst. “Let’s wash your hair, beautiful.” I said moving to the side of the tub. She sat sideways, her knees to her chest, wedged in between the sides of the tub. I poured some shampoo into my hands and began to wash her hair. As the sudsy strands fell to her chest, she carefully examined them. “Your hair has gotten longer, hasn’t it [Y/N]?” She clearly nodded her head yes, and reached her hand back. She gathered more hair in her hand and watched as the bubbles slid off the ends into the water. My fingers continues to massage her scalp. I reached for the cup I used to rinse her hair with, and her head tilted towards my hand, looking for the contact again. I dipped the cup into the tub, filling it with water. “Hold your breath, darling.” I said, and her hands went to her face, pinching her nose. I slowly poured the water over head and let it wash out the shampoo. I repeated the process with the creme rinse and then [Y/N] dressed herself; I only helped clip her hair to the side. I held her hand out to the car and into the doctor’s office. “[Y/N]?” The nurse said, and she looked up from her hands, then at me. “That’s you baby, let’s go.” She sat on the examination table, running her fingers over the denim of her jeans. Dr. Thomas walked into the room. “Hello [Y/N]!” He said. I shook his hand before he walked over to her. He held out his hand for her to shake. She hesitated for a moment before lifting her hand and holding it out towards him. He smiled even though her expression remained unchanged. “Louis will you sit next to her for me?” “Sure.” I sat next to her on the table as he explained a new medication he wanted to prescribe. I wrapped my arm around [Y/N] and her head fell onto my shoulder. “Well that’ll do it for today, bye [Y/N]!” He waved to her and then leaned close to my ear, “She’s getting better.” He whispered. I smiled and leaned over to [Y/N]. I kissed her cheek, “I love you.” I whispered.