Starting over

Chapter 5

Chloe's POV

My body slumps onto the long laying chair in the quiet office room as I wait for my therapist to join me.

Maybe I could tell her about Harry. Maybe I could tell her about how he's taking me out tomorrow. She'd be really happy to hear I'm actually talking to people again and being interactive.

And almost on cue the door slips open and in comes my therapist. A short, women with blond cropped hair, and a casual black shirt and black pants.

"Hello Miss. Summers." She says absentmindedly while sitting down in an arm chair across from me and opening her notepad and clicking her pen.

She looks up at me and smiles "Hi Chloe." She says soothingly and I give her my usual half smile.

"Hi Dr. West." I say in a small voice while looking up at the artificial light hanging above me.

"Alright, you know the normal questions, how are you feeling today?" She asks while scribbling something down then waiting for me to answer.

I close my eyes and let out a breath of air "Quizzical" I answer. It was true. I was really confused and why do I still have that tingly feeling running through my body?

She writes that down quickly then looks back up at me "What did you do today? Starting from this morning till now."

"This morning I woke up and took my meds and the nurses let me go outside to the garden area for about an hour. While I was out there these five boys.... there car broke down so I helped them out by leading them inside to call for a tow. I met..." A creamy blush appears on my nose and cheeks when I think about what had happened.

I feel her gaze burning into my head but I wouldn't look at her, afraid she may see my embarrassment "I met a boy, well one of the boys, his name is Harry. Just Harry. Not Harry styles, just Harry." I say while smiling as I repeat the words he had said when we first officially met.

"Hm." She grunts but I can see the smiling daring to bleed through as she slowly writes down what I had just told her.

"What happened when you two met?" She asks quietly, her chocolate brown eyes smiling at me.

"I don't exactly know. The nurse came up to take me to my room, and when we were walking away Harry volunteered to stay with me until this session. He's really very...sweet. I learned he's in this boy band called One Direction, apparently there very popular." I say while raising an eyebrow at her and fighting against that stupid smile that kept reappearing on my face.

"He understands me, and I understand him, and while we were talking he asked if he could take me out and I said.......yes." I breath and I guess her professional camouflage had been forgotten, because she lets out a girly noise and claps her hands like a giddy teen.

"Oh this is wonderful! When are you going?" She says while sitting on the edge of her seat and smiling at me, her pen at the ready.

"Tomorrow at 5:00, for dinner I believe." My voice comes out more calmly then hers, and she smiles even wider.

Then she asks me the final question before I was allowed to leave.

"And how to do you feel about meeting this boy, Harry?" She asks me curiously while clicking her pen twice and waiting.

My mind goes blank and then his profile comes flashing through my mind as I try to come up with the right words or word that may describe how I feel.

"Almost okay..." That was a big accomplishment coming from me, because you see, Chloe Summers has never really been okay.

Not even close.