Life in the middle-Harry Styles Fanfic AU COMPLETED

Chapter 5

When I get home I feel like a wet rat. I peel the wet clothes from my body, stumbling when I pull off my soaking jeans.
I say Hi to my roommate, Jinx, a hairless sphinx cat. He meows and I lend down to pat him and he immediately drops to the floor.
"Are you sure you're not a dog Jinx?" I chuckle while stroking his belly. I stand up right and watch him follow me in to the bathroom, it's our routine. I come home and shower, I don't know why I need this ritual but I do and I care not for what my shrink tells me.
I turn on the CD player and out comes the powerful voice of Damien Rice.
I know I'm in a mood when I choose to listen to this artist.
I hop into the shower while Jinx sits on the fluffy green rug.
Greens are spread throughout my apartment as it's my favourite colour. It's a growth colour, green means growth and rejuvenation. How much have I grown as a person I think while conditioning my hair? Not much since I walked out of the group today, says the dark side smugly.
This is the problem with Depression, it's easy said then done to try and be positive. This mantra is a catch phrase for Depression. It's easy for my Shrink to write out a plan for positive things I can do but to change an ingrained behaviour, is extremely difficult no matter how hard I try.
When I grab my large green towel to dry myself, my first thought brings me back to those green eyes. I can't keep calling him that, I think, he does have a name I answer myself.
Is it easier not to use his name and allow him to sink into the countless names I can't recall?
Harry, his name is Harry. And he's got a sister, now what else. Ohh yeah his voice, soft, gravelly and controlled, nothing like mine, short, rushed and rude not that I mean that last bit.
So he is British, maybe he is just on holidays here to support his sister? I think of my brother as I put the kettle on and place a tea bag in a cup.
"I'm more of a tea drinker myself" I repeat sarcastically, while walking into my wardrobe and jumping into a pair of warm pyjamas.
I go back to the kitchen to fix my tea and switch on the tv to drown out the loneliness.
I can't help but think if Harry's sister has the same amazing colour eyes as his. My brothers hazel eyes like mine pop into my head. My brothers, doped out eyes, unlike mine.
I wonder how he's doing? The comparison between Michael at the group tonight and my brothers, was too close. I understand he isn't well but he does nothing to help himself, and I'm over trying.
I've got my own shit to work through and if he doesn't want to do the same, then I can help him.
I turn off the TV, nothing interesting anyway.
I get into bed with my cup of tea and start reading yet another self-help book. I get to finish my tea before I fall asleep tonight. My night medication knocks me out usually but tonight I fall asleep hearing Harry's voice.