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harry sat on the leather sofa with his hands placed awkwardly in his lap. liam and zayn switched places with him, now in the waiting room, while harry has to have this one on one talk with the therapist finally. he is honestly quite anxious and apprehensive about all of this. the teen had never done any sort of counseling before, therefore this is new to him. he didn't like the idea of having to talk to anybody. what difference was this going to make? he wouldn't even know how to respond.

he watches the lady sitting across from him, offering him a kind, welcoming smile. she sat with her legs folded, and hands in her lap with the clipboard she previously had, placed on the table in front of her-a blank empty page displayed on top. harry didn't know what to make of it, he's sure she will eventually pick it up and start jotting down notes about whatever they'll talk about. harry wasn't in the mood for this, he didn't want to talk.. he didn't need to talk to anybody.

if he wanted to, he would've done so by now as he's always done before. why did they all of a sudden feel that he needed a therapist to get him to open up? harry would have gladly taken a belt to his ass then to end up sitting in this room with this woman who was eventually would tear into his life and tell him all about himself, when she didn't actually know a thing.

"i'm glad that i finally get to talk to you, harry. how are you feeling?" she asks him gently. harry stares at her in slight annoyance, because he'd been asked that question for the second time in under an hour.

"fine." he replied just as he did before, because it's not like he was feeling any different than before. or maybe she thought that since his parents weren't with him this time, that he would tell her something completely different. she hums, nodding, smile never leaving and eyes remaining soft and friendly. harry didn't know how much of that overly compassionate expression he could take. was she going to stare at him like that the entire time?

"right, of course. well, since this is your first time, i'm not going to get too personal with the questions. however, i would like you to answer to the best of your ability, if that's okay with you?" she says. harry simply shrugs.

"i guess." he replies lowly. she nodded and then continued.

"how do you feel your relationship with your family is?" she asks. harry thought for a moment, wondering how he could answer this question. recently, things have not been great. harry hasn't been talking to them as much or engaging. to most people, they would be considered a close-knit family who value spending time together and creating memories, cherishing the love and devotion they receive from one another. yet, lately harry's view has become slightly dull, like suddenly everything didn't feel like spring time and sunshine.

it felt cloudy.

he doesn't know exactly how to explain the feeling, but if he had to put it into words, that is how he would do it. harry furrows his eyebrows deep in thought, as dr.holly eyed him carefully, awaiting a response. there had already been a prolonged pause, and it felt like it was an eternity before harry finally opened his mouth to give a verbal response. rather than making facial expressions that he didn't realize he was making.

"it's okay." he replies plainly. she raises an eyebrow, curiously. you would think after all that contemplating, he'd have a more elaborate answer. but, he's a teenager, she didn't expect him to talk too much anyway. she was prepared for short, dry answers during this session. it would take a while before harry warmed up to her, if he ever did.