Letters to Harry

1.

a/n i'm finally re writing this story after 7256 years. it'll be the same, just less suckier
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Dear Harry,

Going to a therapist is a waste of time right?

In reality, it's just being forced to open up to a complete stranger who gets paid to listen to people moaning and whining about their poor silly lives.

They pretend to care, when they don't want anything to do with you.
Deep down inside, they just want to tell you that you should just "suck it".

But if they did that, they'd lose their jobs now wouldn't they?
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I sat in front of Mrs. Copeland, fiddling with my fingers. I would sell my soul to the devil just to get out of here right now to be honest.

"I want you to write to someone. Whether it's a famous celebrity or one of your friends."

I snorted. "That's the problem. I don't have friends."

"I'm sure you do. You seem like a nice young woman." If only you knew.

"Everything isn't what it seems. If I was a 'nice young woman', do you think I'd be here right now? No one cares about some poor girl who's life is a screwed up mess. " I leaned in and whispered.

"Well then write to an idol. Someone you've always looked up to. Write to someone that has been your anchor." When will she realize that it's not that easy to just spill everything on a paper?

"No." I kept my gaze firm making sure that she understands that I do not want to and will not write some stupid letters.

"Don't you want to be fixed, Avery?" Her pleading eyes were filled with nothing but pity.

She glanced at the small white clock at the corner of the room. As so as she caught sight of it, the pity was soon replaced with impatience.

"Be fixed? I'm not just some piece of paper that can be taped back together and "fixed." You can't fix a person. If you think writing in some absurd journal will fix me, then you must be absolutely delusional. I never even wanted to be here in the first place!" I yelled.

I gathered my backpack and stormed out of the terrible room.

"Avery, wait! If you write, you might be able to get out therapy quicker. Don't you want that?" More than anything.

I stopped dead in my tracks. I didn't know what to say. Of course I wanted nothing more than to be done with therapy for good but was this really worth it?

She took my silence as a form of agreement.

" Here's a few papers. I expect you to be back here next week with at least 2 entries done."

I reluctantly grabbed the papers, mumbling a small "whatever".

"I believe in you. Even if you don't believe in yourself." She looked me in the eyes for what seemed like forever.

I gave her no reply as I hastily exited the room.

And that's why I'm writing to you, Harry. Not that you're my idol or anything, no offense. But because I doubt you'll see this.

I might even send it to you. And who knows? Maybe you won't see it as you get thousands of fan mail everyday. Or maybe you'll see it and wonder why a strange girl is writing to you. Will you wonder who exactly is Avery Reed, the girl who goes to a therapist and writes letters to Harry Styles?

For our sakes, I really hope not.

Sincerely,
Avery

a/n frick yeah im so excited. i really loved the idea but hated how i wrote it the first time around. vote n comment for quicker updates. byE luv u