Personal Happiness Companion ¬ Larry

Chapter One

After my mom talks to the doctor for several minutes, it is finally time to go.

"Okay, Harry," the doctor says as he hands me a bottle of pills. "Here's your antidepressant." I take the bottle, but then I remember what Drake had told me.

I decide to take the medicine anyway, planning to keep my P.H.C. a secret. I give the doctor a fake smile of thanks, and get off of the hospital bed. I walk out the door with my mom, and I see Drake walk past us. He gives me a wink of assurance, and I feel like this P.H.C. may actually help me.

"Harry, why did that handsome man just wink at you?" my mum asks, concern in her voice. "You're still in high school, you're too young for him." I sigh in annoyance as I press the elevator button.

"Mom, I'm sure he is not interested in me, so don't worry about it, okay?" I assure her, running a hand through my curls in frustration. My mum looks at me through the corner of her eye.

"...Sorry, dear. I'll leave you alone."

"Thank you. That would be brilliant..."

The two of us are finally downstairs of the hospital now, and I speed up my walking to get out the door.

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The car ride to my mum's was anything but quiet. She just kept going on and on about how I should move back in with her instead of living alone.

"Mum, really I'm fine living alone." I grumbled.

"Then why did you come all the way to my house after school today, hun?" she asked. I got silent.

"...That was just a mistake, mum." I answered. "Humans make mistakes, and that was one of mine." My mum didn't reply to that, and I felt a little bad for saying it.

Just a little.

My mum pulled into her driveway, and I got out of the car before it fully stopped. Just as my mum was about to shout in protest, I took a key to her house out of my pocket.

"I won't be needing this anymore, mum." I tossed the key into the empty seat, and went to my own car.

"Harry..." my mum said, turning off the car and getting out. "You left your backpack in my house."

"Okay. I'll get it and then I'll be leaving."

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Now at my flat, I trudged upstairs to my room. As I was about to open the door, I heard a bunch of movement going on in there. I abruptly pulled my hand from the handle, and took a jump backwards. I gulped a little, and I grew uneasy.

"...Whoever the fuck you are, get the hell out of my flat!" I yelled as I lunged the door open. The person jumped and turned around wide eyed.

"Uh...are you Harry Styles?" the guy asked. I gave him a once-over.

He looked around my age, and in all honesty...he was quite the looker.

"Yes I'm Harry. Now why are you in my flat, how did you get in my flat, and how do you know my name?" I threw three fast questions at him. He cleared his throat.

"Hello. I'm Louis Tomlinson, your Personal Happiness Companion. On a scale from 1 to 10, how would you rate your sadness?"

My eyes widened in realization.

"You're my P.H.C.?" I asked in disbelief. Louis scrunched his eyebrows and put a hand on his hip.

"Yeah, is that a problem for you? Am I not good eno-"

"Not good enough?" I interrupted. "You're more than enough..." Louis smiled.

"On a scale from 1 to 10, how would you rate your sadness?" Louis asked stepping closer to me, his eyes bright. I thought for a moment.

"Uh, a two...?" I shrugged my shoulders. Louis nodded.

"Okay, would a hug suffice to improve your emotional state?" Louis asked me, his eyebrows raised as he opened his arms wide. I didn't answer, and instead leaped into his arms.

Louis caught me and held on tight. I wrapped my legs around him and buried my head into the crook of his neck. Louis rubbed one of his hands up and down my back.

"You know...no matter what your rate of sadness is, it's okay to cry." Louis whispered. "Even if it's just a little bit..." In that moment, Louis' words really spoke to me.

I let a little amount of tears spill from my eyes, and wrapped my arms tighter around Louis.