Harry Imagines

Therapy

Imagine walking into the room full of strangers. Great, you thought taking the last seat left in the circle. So much for fashionably late...Everyone's eyes turns to meet yours. You uncomfortably shrug your purse off your shoulder, staring down at the ground as your legs start to tremble nervously.

"Thank you for joining us everyone. We will now begin." A woman across from you says. "Now your all here for a reason. Who would like to go first?"

You reluctantly lift your gaze as your eyes quickly trace over your peers. The first two men look about in their thirty's, then there's a rather short woman with what appears to be her daughter, you finally make your way to see who is sitting to your left. He's so breathtakingly striking, the way his curls fall just above his eyes. Shit, he saw you staring you thought to yourself. He ruffled his tousled chestnut curls to the side before giving you a small smile. It seemed genuine but you could see that beneath it he was just as tense as you were.

"How about you?" the woman asks intrupting your thoughts.

No anyone but me...You dreadfully meet her stare, lucky you gets to go first

What are people even supposed to say at these things anyways? Group therapy, but it's not like you were given a choice. So what it's time to confess all of our problems so we can laugh about how messed up our lives are. Beg for pity from strangers who may have it worse?

You could feel the woman's lingering stare "How about your name?"

Oh great, you think to yourself. So much for this being anonymous. "Y/n" you mumble, nervously scanning the room.

"Okay and could you tell us what has brought you here today?"

Somehow running everything you were going to say through your mind on repeat on the whole ride over, becomes pointless. You can feel there heavy stares as they wait for you to speak. Your eyes brim with tears, even the memories being too much.

So you do the only thing you know how to.

You run.

The door slams behind you as you take off down the long corridor. You round a turn, quickly scanning the walls for any sort of sign of an exit.

"Wait!" a voice shouts behind you.

You twist around. It's the curly haired boy, worry written across his face. His chest rises and falls quickly, slowing to a walk as you hear his heavy breathing.

Your mouth gapes open as he extends a hand towards yours, holding a familiar possession.

"You forgot this." He slowly spoke.

"Thanks." You mumble back while taking your purse from his loose grasp as his fingertips brush yours.

He reaches his hand around the back of his neck "I've never been to one of these." He admits, his green eyes flickering with anxiety equal to what you were feeling.

"Me neither but I'm pretty sure running out of the room wasn't exactly the first step to recovery..." you say, your cheeks flushing with embarassment.

A pair of dimples formed in his cheeks along with a shy smile, "Maybe this place isn't the answer..."

His words catch you off guard, "What do you mean?" you ask, shifting your weight to lean back against the wall, your legs feeling too weak to hold your shuttering body any longer.

"How is telling a room full of strangers our problems supposed to make them go away?" You shake your head in agreement, unsure of where he is going with this.

His emerald eyes lock with yours "What if all we really need is someone to listen, a friend."

Yeah like he had trouble getting friends, you judgmentally think to yourself. Between his chiseled jaw line, toned muscular abdomen exposed beneath the thin white tee shirt, and his charming smile you couldn't see how he could possibly end up in a place like this.

"Everything's not as black and white as it appears." He mumbled as if to have read your thoughts.

You give him a questioning glance, waiting for him to elaborate.

He spoke slowly as he shuffled his hands into his front pockets, "This is hard for me to admit but I have no one that I can trust to accept me for that. They think they know me but all they know is what I'm supposed to be, not who I really am."

Your heart ached for him, hearing the detachment in his tone. You couldn't have said it any better yourself; It was as if he had taken the words right out of your mouth.

"I know what you mean," you mumble while nervously pulling on the zipper of your jacket.

"Some people just don't understand. It's not easy to share..." You add, pausing for a moment after noticing in his expression there was something on his mind.

"Is that why you ran out?" he questions, fretfully scanning your face for a response.

You bite your bottom lip before giving a nod of confirmation.

He pushes his tasseled curls to the side, securing his eyes with yours before asking. "Hey do you want to get out of here...maybe go somewhere else and talk?"

Your heart sinks in disbelief. "Sure..."

You look back up from the floor to see him extend his hand towards yours, politely accepting.

"I'm Harry by the way." his raspy voice echoed through your ear as he pulled you along his side.

He was right.

You didn't need a room full of strangers.

Or even a specialized shrink.

All you needed was a friend to listen.

For now all you know is between his charming dimples, adorably messy hair, and sincere tone...he just might be enough to get you through this.

And even better...he saw something in you.

You may be fragmented, a little lost, but today you met him.

The one that changed your entire perspective on life.

And along the way, you changed Harry's.