Don't Let It Break Your Heart

5: Journey to Healing

Liam sat adjacent to Harry in the waiting room, he hadn't seen the therapist yet and refused to eat breakfast due to his disheartened attitude. Not only towards the idea of Liam bringing him to the therapist but he would have to talk about the loss of Louis, the way he would sneak in through the window, sometimes just to hold onto his delicate and almost breakable body in his own arms. The love he had for Louis never faded away, even though it felt like Louis was slowly slipping through his fingers.

Harry bit his lip when a lady at the front desk called his name, a clipboard in her hand and he slowly stood to his feet, Liam tried to have an encouraging expression on his face, but it seemed to fall through, and he just gave a half-smile instead. "I'll be here if you need me, H. Don't be scared okay, she seems nice."

Liam observed as Harry's lower lip trembled, it wasn't the lady who daunted the poor lad, it was his feelings and the emotional baggage he carried like he was boarding an airplane. What was he doing, and what good would this do, he had no idea. He was hesitant as he held the clipboard in his hand, he felt a slight chill go down his back as he read the first question.

"What brings you here...?"

Well, Harry thought to himself, My boyfriend is dead and my good friend suggested that drinking is an exceptional way to mourn him. But you know what I can't forget eyes that remind me of the ocean crashing on the beach, where I haven't been in ages it seemed.

The truth was he went to the beach with Louis about four months before, as an apology for acting like the idiot he knew he was. Now he could just hear the hurt in Louis's voice. "You stupid son of a bitch, you promised. You promised you wouldn't drink with Nick anymore after this, I'm tired of overlooking this like it's going to be okay. You know what- fine go ahead and drink just like your dad!"

What happened after that was only a blur, Harry didn't even realize he collapsed in the waiting room, his lungs almost constricting and he was almost certain he was an anxiety attack.

Thereafter, it seemed to be all unclear as to what occurred, Harry woke up in what seemed to be a cramped and broken down hospital bed with light blue sheets to cover the mattress.

Maybe it had been used for years and nobody had the money to replace them, or maybe someone was careless with oh whatever it was called Harry didn't even remember, he wanted to say gears of the bed but maybe that wasn't completely right.

As Harry looked around he could see Liam fast asleep in the corner of the room, his head slightly propped up with a pillow against the window, and it was getting a bit lighter outside, why was he staying here. Perhaps, it would be best if he did.

Especially after his last episode, and the memories developed more clear in his mind now and it felt as if he was really there, in his past, with Louis.

Harry should've known this was a mistake, he was getting worse, and now everyone knew how bad he truly was doing. He wasn't handling this mourning very well, but when he was alone he managed to withdraw himself from his emotions and just mask the happiness that everyone seemed to have.

As he shifted to an upright position the question from earlier appeared in his mind,

"What brings you here..." And then the tears came, again.

Grasping the fact that he wasn't isolated was difficult, asking someone for help was even harder. And as Liam wrapped his arms around the boy's back, in a way, he felt as everything was magically okay again. "Shh... Hazza, it's okay." Liam's voice was quite shaky himself, and honestly, Harry didn't blame him. After what he put Liam through, Harry was honestly okay with his reaction, it seemed to be logical, and Harry sighs deeply into Liam's shoulder.