therapy [h.s.]

Three

Emma is played by Lily Collins, just so you know:)

I took in a breath and observed the people around me.

I see the popular girls with their short skirts, and jock boyfriends.

I see the average people that are nice, and have a good amount of friends.

I see nerds who always have their nose in a book, but at least have other geeky friends.

I have no one; I don't fit in. No one likes me, and no one is like me.

I checked the time once more as the minutes continued to pass by. Mr. Styles was supposed to pick me up today after school, but he wasn't doing a great job of it, seeing as school ended almost 20 minutes ago. I sat and watched a black Range Rover pull up in front of me, assuming it was one of the rich, prissy girls rides. The window was rolled down, and Mr. Styles' head poked out the window, that stupid smile still on his face.

"Emma, come around the other side and climb in," he said, and I did as I was told.

I took a big step, and climbed into the seat, closing the door behind me.

"Buckle up," he reminded me. How old did he think I was, five? Once he  heard the click of the seatbelt, he began to drive.

"So, Emma, how was school?"

"Okay."

"Alright, did anything fun happen?"

"No."

"No? That's a shame. Any of your friends do anything funny?"

"I don't have friends," I mumbled, refusing to look at him.

"You don't? I can't see why, you seem like a lovely girl." This time I did look at him; I gave him a confused glare. He thought I was lovely? I'm far from lovely.

He continued to drive, but I had no idea where we were going. This wasn't the way to the office.

"Please tell me you know how to get to your own office." He chuckled.

"Yes Emma, I do. But we're not going there."

"Why not?"

"I think a change in scenery is nice once in a while, don't you agree?"

"Sure," I said sarcastically, leaning my head against the cold window.

He drove down a long gravel road and parked abruptly. I sat up and looked in front of me, seeing a clear blue pond.

"A pond?" I questioned, raising an eyebrow. If his goal was for me to drown myself, he was one step closer.

"It's pretty here, come on." He got out of the car, and I huffed, doing the same. I watched him walk down a bit, and I followed. He finally found the perfect patch of grass, and he sat down, folding his long legs 'criss cross applesauce' style. He looked up at me, smiling.

"Care to join me?"

I rolled my eyes, and took a seat next to him, but not too close. I still had no idea why we were here, but I didn't have the energy nor the patience to ask why.

"So Emma, let's get to know each other. You say something about you, and I'll tell you something about me."

"Why are you telling me about you? Isn't this supposed to be about me?" As much as I wanted to learn more about him, I had to ask.

"Sometimes it's easier to talk about yourself when you're hearing from someone else as well. Go on, let's try it. My full name's Harold Edward Styles, what's yours?" Harold? I never thought of him as a Harold, but looking at him now, it suited him.

"Emma Rachael Steven."

"That's a pretty name. How old are you Emma?"

"17."

"Nice, I'm 23."

"You're only 23? How'd you decide to be a therapist at such a young age?" I knew I shouldn't care about this guy; I shouldn't even like him. But something was drawing me in, and I wanted to know more.

"I just like the idea of helping people." He didn't seem fully sincere, as if he was hiding something, but I didn't date to ask.

"What about you? Any future career plans?"

"No, I don't know what I want to be."

"Well what about your parents? What do they do?"

"My mom's currently a hairdresser, but she's always switching jobs. My dad's an accountant for some big company, he's the reason we moved here last year actually. He got promoted."

"Oh really? You moved here last year? Have you had trouble adjusting?"

"Well sure, I miss my old friends and my home town. I hate it here."

"Where did you live?"

"Bradford. Ever heard of it?"

"Yes actually. I have a good friend that lives there." He seemed almost sad to say this.

"Oh. What about you? Where do you come from?"

"Holmes chapel, ever heard of it?" He asked, throwing the question back at me.

"Yea, I have. What do your parents do?" I thought I had a right to ask, seeing as he said we'd be getting to know each other.

"Well, my parents aren't together anymore," he started.

"Oh, I'm sorry," I said, feeling stupid for bringing  it up.

"It's fine. My mom works at a small bakery back in my home town, and my dad's also an accountant, but for some small company I've never even heard of."

"Oh, that's cool," I said. He laughed.

"Not really, my life's pretty boring actually. But I did get a good insight into your life today, so I thank you for that. I know it can be difficult to talk about yourself, I get that."

It was then when I realized how much he really had drawn out of me. I told him more than I'd ever planned to, or wanted to. One thing I could now say, he was good at his job.

so there's part three! Just realized it's pretty long, but hop you liked it. Throughout the sorry you'll get a better look into each of their pasts, so look out for that. Please vote and comment, thanks xx

-Maddie