Rehabilitation (Harry Styles)

Chapter One

"So, you don't want to be here." Dr. Styles states.

"Really? And this whole time I thought I was hiding it quite well," I sarcastically remark.

"I heard you were a bright, good, young lady," he ignores my last comment.

"Yeah," I scoff. "I was a good girl."

"And what happened?" he questions.

"You know what happened," I spit angrily.

"No actually, I only know what the police report had said. Not your story," he stays calm, even though I've been hostile towards him.

"Well I guess you'll never truly know then," I glare at him.

"You don't want to talk about it?" he questions.

"I don't even want to think about it," I angrily state.

"Is that why you did what you did?"

"Look I'm not going to sit here and listen to your pointless questions." I stand up.

"Miss. Garland you don't even know where to go," he stand up when I reach the door.

"I don't care," I mutter and rush out of his office.

The walls are empty with an occasional teenager or a staff member. It's around eight o'clock and if I remember correctly, most patients are in group therapy or some kind of activity. I try to hold back my tears as unwanted memories try to push past the walls I've built.

Alcohol is all I want and need. That or some really strong drugs, I don't even care what kind. As long as it takes my mind off of everything. I need a distraction and the best kind are the ones that could kill you. That's the whole thrill of it.

"Sorry," a voice booms and I'm knocked to the floor. I take in a deep breath.

"It's fine," I mutter and take his hand as he helps me up. To say he is breath taking would be an understatement. It's like someone pulled him out of Vogue magazine.

"In a rush, huh?" he chuckles.

"Uh," I pause. "You could say that."

"You're new here," he says and smiles a little.

"Yeah, I'd rather not be anything here though."

"That's how all the-" he is cut off by Dr. Styles rushing down the hallway with two muscular male nurses behind him.

"Miss. Garland!" he calls and I groan. The guy I ran into lightly chuckles and shakes his head.

"Hello Dr. Styles, it's nice seeing you," I sarcastically remark.

"Arielle," he scolds.

"Ooh first name bases," I coo. "Sorry, but I didn't catch yours," This causes the guy to laugh again and Dr. Styles turns towards him.

"Harry," he nods to him. "Shouldn't you be helping Jay?"

"He let all his patience out early," Harry, the hot guy that bumped into me, casually replies.

"Well if you aren't doing anything then you could show Miss. Garland here to her room and around the facility." he basically orders him.

I fake pout and say, "Awe no more first names? Well down the drain my dream goes."

"Just go Miss Garland." he tells me and leaves. I shrug before turning to Harry.

He chuckles once again and I swear something is wrong with him. How on earth could he be happy when he is in this hellhole. He begins walking and I follow him. He is really tall and by the looks of it really fit. His long curly hair is really adorable while the tattoos that litter his arms give him an edgy vibe.

I hum to myself and glance down at my body. I'm thin, I have wide hips, boobs that aren't big but aren't too small, and as for my butt, it's okay but wouldn't win any awards. My dark blonde hair is thin, not too thin though. And while I have long legs, their pale just like the rest of me. I'm literally nothing better than the average girl. I'm probably below average if I'm being honest here. But I'm okay with that, it's not like I'm trying to win a beauty contest.

"This is the cafeteria," Harry announces and I realize that we're standing in a large room with different size circular tables.

"Cool," I flatly reply. I could careless about anything he shows me. Especially the damn cafeteria.

"C'mon, I'll show you your room next," he motions towards the door before continuing to walk.

"So what's fucked up about you?" I ask him as we walk.

"I'm not a patient," he simply says.

"Hmm" I hum. "I feel kind of special being here. You know, not every addict gets to go to a rehabilitation center that's part of a mental hospital."

He laughs, "Are you always this sarcastic?"

"Depends on my mood," I nonchalantly speak.

"Hmm," he hums. "Well here we are."

I look at the white door in front of me with this numbers '188' on it. I go to open it and to my surprise there is a half naked girl. She screams and I hastily shut the the door, my eyes wide. I turn towards Harry who luckily didn't see anything.

"What?" he raises an eyebrow.

"Would've been nice if you told me I had a roommate," I roll my eyes at him.

"I just assumed you knew," he shrugs.

"You seem a little to young to be a staff member here," I comment, noticing how young he looks. I also want to distract myself from how I just embarrassed myself.

"I work for my dad" he answers. "I kind of have too."

Just as I'm about to ask him who his dad is, my room door opens. "Hey." I tell the girl I just saw half naked.

"Hey," she blushes, obviously embarrassed too.

"I'm your new roommate, Arielle," I tell her.

"Manda," she smiles. "I was just going to get something to eat. Want to come?"

I pretend to think for a minute, though I already know my answer. A few seconds later I shake my head no and she tells me bye and smiles at Harry. Food and I don't get along.

"So why are you in here?" Harry asks me. We are both just standing in front of my room.

"Wouldn't you like to know," I smirk and walk in my room. I turn around to face Harry. "Thanks for showing me to my room, pretty boy. Appreciate it." I shut the door.