Lifestyle: One Direction

Chapter Six

"Diana, why are you here... especially this late?"

"I don't know doctor, I was- I was at a club- I saw a man- just fear. This indescribable state of fear and danger. And some how I just ended up here."

I tried my best to explain why I was here but it's hard to explain why you were standing in heels, a nice outfit and sweaty.

"Come in, come in, we have some things we need to discuss." His porch light was on giving little light no farther than the steps, getting inside it was dark, a table lamp here and there giving off little light through the house.

"This way." I was guided to the room I was in the previous time, but I sat in one of the chairs that faced another empty seat identical to mine. After a moment he came and sat down, gripping the arm chairs for support as he sat back in the seat.

"Diana when you came in I was fairly certain that you wouldn't be able to leave the life you lead without physiological damage. There was a lot of many horrific things that you saw and did."

"What are you saying exactly?"

"You have ptsd." I wasn't surprised, it seemed pretty plausible. Post traumatic stress disorder from my life, I'm working as if I'm not on a job. Yeah sure I've gone a period of time without working but this is permanent, but I feel so in danger. I'm still trying to process and validate what happened and now I have to take in this. It's never easy being told that you have a mental illness, because it feels as if I'm being told i have a physical illness.

"This is a lot to take in." my voice was soft, lightly bouncing of the walls. "I know, I know. Why don't you stay here for the night, you need rest." We both stood up and he gently enclosed his hands around mine, in hopes of comforting me. "I couldn't ask that of you."

"Nonsense, you can stay in the room sometimes patients stay in for overnight observations." I didn't feel like refusing, that maybe this would be good for me. Maybe he could explain this to me more in the morning. "Let me grab you some clothes and then I'll leave you to rest." His thick accent had familiarity to it now. It held age to it, but also was a voice of an old friend. He came back with a plain shirt it was woman's cut and I wondered if he had clothes here for patients or if it was his wife's. Come to think of it I'd never seen a partner of his. I didnt find it to be an appropriate time to ask so I gave a small meaningful thanks.

I threw the shirt on and pulled the tight skirt off, curling in the bed. I didnt lay down long, until I walked over to an old rocking chair and stared out the window. It was a view of the side of the house, not much of a view. I didn't need much of a distraction it was just a place to set my eyes as I racked through my brain. I had so many questions about tonight but especially who I was. And it was even more deeper than that, how was I going to try and lead a life without everything I was raised with. I remember the day I told Niall that this was the normal for me. And it's true I knew what I did as normal. I feel like a new born. I don't know as much as most as I never even found a need for it.

The light burned through my lids and i flickered my eyes open examining the old oak fence with mold and morning glory crawling from the posts. I checked the time on the old alarm clock and it was barely seven. I put on my clothes from last night, straightening my hair out. Walking out of the room, I heard light sizzling from the kitchen and he was making some sort of sandwich and pouring black coffee in two mugs handing me one.

"Morgen" a silvery tone to his voice "Good morning." I didn't exactly know where to place myself so I sat at the bar "Do you want some food?" I respectively declined
"Would it be wise for me to use medication?" I asked after a moment of silence. "Well, it's not something you can just help fix with medication. PTSD will be with you for the rest of your life, it's all about working through it really. Getting to a space you can handle." I nodded along and decided that I should see him every week so I can build the skills I needed. I could see the long road ahead of me, twists and turns. But the problem was this wasn't like a mission. This didn't have a definite end, I wasn't going to kick a few doors down, spray a round of bullets.

"This has been incredibly kind of you but I really must get going, I left my party last night without a word, they might be worried."

"All is well, may we meet again shortly."
I closed the door quietly and took a look at to a rather nice day, it was going to take me a while to get to the house, so I made sure as I rode the tube and took a cab I focused on my inner thoughts. I grabbed the key hidden on top of the door I walked in quietly. I really need to get my own place
As i entered my room I found a rather tired looking Harry laying on my bed.
He scrambled to sit up and he grabbed me on both my shoulders. "Diana are you okay?! What happened!" He then wrapped me in a tight hug wrapping his arms across eachother on my back.

"Oh it's a long story." We sat on the bed and I explained to him my night, well I left out a few things but enough for him to understand. "So PTSD huh." His voice trailing off towards the end. "So basically that's why I ran off how I did, and basically everything else I told you."

Is their something you have to take, so what happened doesn't" I knew Harry was looking for a bandaid foe a bullet hole. "Well it's not that easy, this is going to be with me for the rest if my life... did you know about the Americans who served in the Vietnam war? Even in their old age, they have flashbacks and deal with the carnage they went through." He shook his head in understanding. It's a difficult conversation.

Hey guys sorry this is so short, this is a filler chapter.
Love always comet_