Life in the middle-Harry Styles Fanfic AU COMPLETED

Chapter 3

It starts the way every support group starts, positively with gusto. Pete is using his soothing voice, that has put me to sleep at times, as he starts to introduce himself. He says he loves group work and one on one time more then using an office, that is both daunting and sterile. I agree internally.

His passion is shown when he tells us he has been facilitating self-help support groups for 30 years. Pete adds he is a practicing Psychiatrist and group leader and then encourages us to do the same to introduce our selves.

Misty a women in her late 40's introduces herself as a teacher with a Borderline Personality, she truly enjoys introduction each week. If I didn't know about her diagnosis, I'd cringe when she makes the world and group centre around her. Misty has been here for as long as I have, 6 months. It's critical time for both of us. Quin is also an old timer, aged 52, married with kids and a diagnosis of Bi-polar.

We continue around the circle, I ignore the greetings from the regulars and listen in on the new introductions.
I need to know who they are and why they are here?

Michael, wearing jeans and a hoodie- does he use this to disappear like I do? I answer myself when I look and see he has pulled the hood covering his sandy blonde hair, before his introduction.
Aged 27, no family, in and out of wards because of his medication defiance to treat his schizophrenia. I feel for him and think of my brother, who doesn't think anything is wrong with him. I sigh to myself and my own thoughts.

Pete talks next, wait what about green eyes? I breathe when Pete encourages and prompts Harry, green eyes has a name now. I look out of the corner of my eyes and see Harry.
His long legs in black skinny jeans and folded at his ankle, where a pair of worn in tan boots are. His arms are covered in tattoos, random ones, not a sleeve like everyone else. His dark red shirt is folded at the arms and unbuttoned slightly lower the normal.
His hair is covered by a black winter beanie, worn to the back of his head and looks like it may fall off his head if he moves.
Which he doesn't, he doesn't fidget like I do, his hand are in his lap, unlike mine as I'm playing with the drawstring of my jacket.

I almost miss what Harry is sharing as I take in the length and curl of his long hair.
"I'm here because I need to learn more in order to help my sister as we live together, and as you would know, that's very taxing" he says with a British accent and deep raspy drawl.

Wow ok, I know not every one is here for the same reason but I don't know how helpful I can be to Harry and others whom support a family member, husband, wife etc as I don't have the support of my family.

I cringe as its now my turn and I feel all eyes on me. Thank god for the hoodie, I feel like I want to slip away unnoticed.
'Hi, my name is Echo and I've attending this group for 6 months under the orders of my support workers. I live alone, and don't have family here as I moved here 4 years ago. I'd like to think I'm just your average sarcastic and cynical person, but that just my Depression talking.' I give Pete a slight smirk as he is aware that even if I wasn't Depressed, that introduction is all me. It's not until I shift in my chair again moving my boot clad feet around and start fiddling with my zipper now, that I notice Harry has not looked away from me to focused on Pete who is talking again.
I don't like to be seen, let alone stared at, but he isn't looking away from me and I shift in my chair more then normal.

Why do I have to be here right now? I question myself. Surely with the other two appointments this week, I could just leave, right now right?
It's not Pete talking about social activities that keep me in my seat, it's Harry's stare.