Under The Sheets

78. Mr. Therapist

Speak Now by Taylor Swift
Everything About You by One Direction
The Words by Christina Perri

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Niall's P.O.V

It has been four days since I was confined here in this hospital. The doctors told me that I could already leave the hospital the day after I was confined here, but I have no plans in going back in the house for now. I won't go back, unless Diana is there waiting for me. Mom has been telling me to just imagine that she'll be there.

What do she think I am?

Crazy. How could I even imagine? I don't really care whether my parents will end up spending too much because of me being in a hospital for a long time. We have money. We could pay, so they shouldn't worry about our bills besides my room is a total wreck when I left the house.

The door opens and the not-so surprising visitor came in, and that's non-other than, mom. She comes in with a smile on her face, but I just snob it. For now, I wouldn't be caring about anything else, but my feelings. These past few days has been awfully annoying. Well, it's just that, my annoying mother tries to cheer me up even everyone knows that it won't work.

"Niall?" Mom sits on the couch "You know, you've stayed here for a long time, already. The doctor says that you can leave anytime now" does she even think that I don't know that? Geez! She's seriously so annoying.

"I'm still sick" I replied emotionless.

"The doctor says you're now okay" mom reasoned out.

"I don't care what the doctor says!" I shouted and with that mom was silent "Leave me alone" I said in a stern voice.

"Niall" she said in her soft tone.

"I said leave me alone, do I still have to speak Chinese for you to understand?" I asked "And by the way, don't come back without Diana" I said.

I didn't bother to watch mom as she leaves the room, it's useless, to be honest. I don't care if I stuck here forever, and I also don't care if I will die here. From now on, I really think that my life is useless. I'm the man and yet, a girl like Diana is making me crazy. It's because I love her.

If other people thinks that I'm stupid for loving her, because I can get whoever woman I want with the use of my money, then they're totally wrong. Not everything can be bought by money, everything's earned not taken for granted. I've learned that because of Diana.

She became my teacher. Diana taught me so many things, and I've learned a lot. Money? One of the stupid things in the whole world. Money can make you feel arrogant. It will make you stupid, by thinking that you could do anything with it. Just to let the whole world know, money isn't the thing that is making me happy.

The day have gone by and it's already night. Just what I wanted, mom haven't showed up, all I want for now is peace and time for myself. I got out of the crappy bed and went over the table. I open my medicine cap and drank a tablet of it. I have to take a total of 5 drugs, and that includes; antibiotics, vitamins, pills, and etcetera.

After drinking all of those stuff, I immediately went to sleep. The next day I woke up, I was surprised to see my mother there with a doctor beside her.

"What are you doing here?" I asked covering my face with the blanket.

"I'm here with the therapist" mom simply said.

"Therapist? Why would you bring a therapist with you? I'm not insane and I told you to come back with Diana and not with a therapist" This time, I cover my face with the pillow, as well.

"Excuse me sir, but therapist aren't just for insane people. Therapist can be helpful to everyone" the therapist, I suppose, butted in.

"Did I talk to you? No, right? Then why did you speak?" I spat sarcastically.

"Don't talk to him like that" mom scolded me.

"Who cares?! The only reason why he went with you is because he wants money and not help me, so if I were you, mom, I would just give him money and let him leave" I sat up straight looking at both of them.

"I'm sorry Dr. Albert for my son, but I'm gonna have to leave both of you now" mom talks to the crazy so called 'therapist'.

What? Is she serious? She's going to leave me alone with this prick? I remove the pillow and blanket from my face and watch as mom leaves the room. I immediately got out of bed and ran towards the door. I tried to open it, but it's lock.

"Mom! Please open the door!" I started banging the door.

I tried to twist the knob once again, but it was still lock. Why would they even lock me in the room with a stupid therapist. I gave up in trying to open the door and turn around to face this crazy therapist. I look at him menacingly and he look at me with a force smile, obviously. Doctors are all like that, they smile without a reason, actually they have, they want us, patients, to know that everything will be alright even though everything won't be fine.

I sat on the couch and didn't stop staring at the therapist. I watch him as he grab a stool and sits in front of me. This is rediculous. Mom thinks I'm insane. Well, I'm not.

"Good morning, Mr. Horan" he nods.

I look at him skeptically, eyeing him from head to toe, I place my thumb and forefinger on my chin supporting it on my lap and replied, "I know you need money, I can give it to you at once and you don't have to ask me questions that you think can help me relieves stress".

Obviously, I'm trying to make him a deal, that I'm a hundred and ten percent sure, he'll agree.

"I'm here to help you not earn money, and Mr. Horan, don't understimate me. You don't know what I'm capable of. Just to let you know, I'm one of the best therapist in the world" the therapist said proudly.

"Mr. Well-known therapist, you don't know what I'm capable of doing, as well. I don't even think you could over-power me. It's actually stupid though that you're only here to help me without asking for a return" my voice is warning him "Tell me, how much?" This time I lean my back on the couch, cross my legs, and cross my arms over my chest.

"Like I said, I won't get your money without even helping you" this therapist crosses his arms as well.

"I'm telling you quit trying, cause you can't help me" I let out a fake laugh.

(Do you think Niall's banteringly speaking could help him make the therapist leave? Find out in the next chapter. Please comment and don't forget to vote too. Thank you for reading guys! Follow me)