Rehabilitation (Harry Styles)

Chapter Three

    I stab the questionable meat with my fork harshly. My appetite is non-existent and this nasty food isn't helping any. This place completely sucks. I've only been here for about five days, but five days is enough time to realize just how much you despise something. It's like a strange, messed up high school. There are groups, rumors, and drama, lots of drama.

   The groups are usually made up of people who have the same addiction as you or problems. The rumors are spread by either an angry friend, jealous stranger, or someone who is just bored. The drama is usually over something pathetic like arguing over who gets to shower first or when someone gets irritated over something small.

   Alyssa Todd, the biggest gossiper here, for example. She loves spreading little white lies around. Like how her roommate has no sense of personal space and always steals her stuff. While it could be true, her roommate is a petite brunette who barely speaks. So it's very unlikely she has enough courage to steal from her roommate.

   As for the drama, it's usually between roommates, but sometimes adventures out into the groups.  It's really dumb, if you ask me. I mean, just ignore the person, that's what I do. Manda and I barley talk, it's as if we don't even share a room.

   I honestly wouldn't mind talking to her if she wasn't so stuck up and trying to be perfect all the time. I swear she has a damn stick up her butt. Whenever I ask her to turn off the lights or the volume down on the television at night she acts as if I'm the one who has the lights on or volume up. And if she does actually do it she has this look on her face like she is struggling to take a dump.

   I grab my tray with my unate food on it and stand up. I dump it before exiting the cafeteria. I have to go see Dr. Styles every day after lunch. He wants to check on how I'm doing and talk. I think it's stupid but whatever. It's not like I could do anything about it.

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   Harry's POV

   "I need you to do this for my Harry," my father begs.
  
   "You've always told me to never get caught up in a patient," I remind him.

   "She needs to open up or she won't ever heal. You need to get close to her and when she tells you what I need to know then you could do whatever you want."

   "She's a bitch," I sigh, feeling annoyed. It'll just end up hurting her more not helping her. "But I'll do it."

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   Arielle's POV

   I walk into his office without even knocking. He is standing with Harry and they both have a sour expression on their face. Maybe he won't be in the mood talk to me. Maybe it's my lucky day. They look at me and Dr. Styles puts a smile on his face.

   "Miss Garland," he greets me.

   "Look, I don't have all day, so mind if we hurry?" I ask.

   "I made your schedule," he looks at me confused, as if he forgot something.

   "Okay, so I do have all day," I admit. "I just don't want to talk to you."

   "Okay," he smiles. "Just a few question and Harry here will accompany you to the art room. You like to draw, correct?"

   "I used to," I answer.

  "I see," he hums. "How is your wrist doing?"

   "Fine," I flatly say, getting irritated.

   "You're mom called," he informs me.

   "Great!" I sarcastically say. "I really don't care."