crazy // h.s

prologue

cra·zy
ˈkrāzē/
informal
adjective
1.
mentally deranged, especially as manifested in a wild or aggressive way.
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Rosalie Turner
I woke up to the sound of rain. I just had to move to London, didn't I? It was June 2nd, to be exact. So why in the hell is it 65 degrees and raining? Because England weather doesn't know how to summer. That's why.

"It's only temporary" I repeat to myself, 83 times daily. I'm supposed to go back to California in February. Who knows though, I was also supposed to go back in May but, not enough money.

I got up to get ready for the day. I picked out some light washed high waisted jeans, cuffed at the bottom, a white lace tank top, my favorite baby yellow oversized cardigan, and my white keds. My patients find it comforting when I wear light, easygoing colors.

I got in the shower and used my lavender scented shampoo and conditioner, as my patients find comfort in the aromatherapy of lavender. I used my rosewater body wash and shaved, you know, all that should be shaved on a girl and then I hopped out of the shower.

I blow dried my hair and put my bouncy natural waves up in a half up half down hairstyle, and I paused to look at myself in the mirror. I sighed and grabbed my moisturizer and put on a thin layer and then put some concealer under my eyes. I made sure to use some powder to make it matte and then I used a rose gold colored blush to warm up my cheeks. I brushed out my straight brows and put a thin line of eyeliner on my top lash line, winging it ever so slightly. I added a layer of mascara and put a baby pink lip gloss on my lips. Done.

I looked again in the mirror and sighed once more. My self esteem has never been good but now that I have been alone in London for about 6 months I missed my parent's compliments. I didn't believe them but it gave me hope.

I have one friend, which is my neighbor. Christa. Christa is such a sweet girl and she is so loud and funny. She is also from America, but from Miami. Let's just say she's VERY Cuban, if that gives you a visual of how loud she is.

I put on my clothes and grabbed a banana, looking down at my baby pink nails. Christa does them, she was a nail tech in Miami and she is very talented. She plans to go back soon which we leave me all alone. Ugh.

I slipped on my keds and walked to work. It wasn't raining hard but I still got pretty damp. I walked inside the office and saw no one there. What's going on? One worker named Mark paced fastly past me and said quickly "meeting in west wing, Mr. Burch wants everyone there."

I hurried behind him, wondering what could it be. I'm the youngest in the office. I'm 20 years old, turning 21 on Halloween. Since I'm so young, I connect better with kids and tweens so that's what I work with. I wonder if we're all getting raises. Probably not. A girl can dream right?

You're probably thinking, "You're 20 how can you already have a degree in psychology?" I graduated with a 2 year degree in psychology. It's uncommon but I was the smartest in my class so I got it.

I reached the meeting room and quickly took a seat. I pulled out my notebook and pen from my big purse and I got ready to take notes. Everyone in the office thinks I'm an overachiever and always stares at me for taking notes and asking questions, but I don't care. I am what I am and what I am is an overachiever.

The boss, Mr. Burch, sat down and sighed. By the look on his face, we were not getting raises. He rubbed his temples and prepared himself to start speaking. The silence in the room made us all uneasy. The boss looked down for a hard while and scratched his head for a second. He began to speak.

"We have a new patient joining us today. I know, that's never a new thing but this is. You may know him. He is the leader of one of the most notorious gangs, The Flames, who represent Europe/North America/South America. He has recently got caught holding up a local grocery store. Since he has all the money you can possibly think of, he won't go to jail but to therapy until the therapist that gets his case writes him off as cured."

He breathed in for a moment before beginning to speak again. "The person who is assigned to him will not only see him 2 times a week in the office, but will go to his residence and have sessions the other 3 days. you don't have to stay at his house though, you can take him to a park or any public place you want. The person that takes on this case will have to be a strong willed person who can handle a guy like him. Someone gentle, but that can also take care of themselves if something goes wrong."

"What's the guy's name?" One of my co workers asked. Mr. Burch breathed in and looked around at the room.
"Harry Styles."

The entire room gasped with fear and they began to say things such as "No way" "I'm not taking that case". I don't care who he is, if I take this case I will definitely get my raise and get back to California faster. I thought for a minute and then shot my hand in the air.

"I'll do it. I'll take him."

The entire room stared at me in awe and Mark spoke under his breath "stupid girl". The boss lit up with relief that someone volunteered and looked at me, "Great! Well get your office together because he will be here in less than an hour. Also, Mark will take all the rest of your clients until you finish with Mr. Styles." Mark scoffed as I giggled and smirked.

He can't be that bad, right?
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I hoped you liked the first chapter! I might write the next chapter real quick so you guys can get a feel of Harry's side! Please please please leave a comment if you enjoyed and let me know if you liked it or not! Also, if anyone wants to make a cover for me that would be nice, the one on it is temporary, I just found it on tumblr. xox
-lizzy