Changing Harry Styles

8. Him

sO... I know lots of  people do this, so I am going to try it.

One vote for the next chapter, but I will probably not stick to that but do it anyways. thanks dolls :)

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"Thank you for coming on such short notice, Harry. Your friends are deeply concerned about you.". I shifted my weight on the purple velvet chair, it was hard to get comfortable.

"Obviously..." I mumble angrily.

They had done it. The day after my meltdown my so-called friends told Uncle Si about my problem, and they had hooked me up with a therapist.

She wasn't even hot.

"So Harry, tell me about yourself, what got you to this point?" She questions, and pushes her glasses farther up on her nose.

"You mean the point where I'm this self centered dick who has anger problems and only cares about himself?" I smirk. Dr. Schmit blinks in surprise, she wasn't expecting me to be that forward I can just tell.

"Alright, if that is how you feel about yourself. My objective is help you see that you don't have to feel like that, and maybe talking about it will help you control your anger." I balled my fists. Who does she think she is?

"Talking about it will get me nowhere. PLease let me continue to be a self-centered asshole so I don't waste anymore of your time." I got up off her lame purple sofa and began to make my way towards the door to her office. Just as I was about to grab the door handle, she spoke a set of words that tore me right in half.

"Your friend... Louis, he mentioned a girl, Sadie Talisman?" My knees buckled, but I manged to regain composure. I stay facing the wall.

"What... What did he tell you?" I say in a small voice. I know she knows that she broke me, she found my week spot.

"Well come back here and take a seat, and I will tell you." I stood there, debating my options. I decided to return to her sofa, so I could yell at Louis about this later. He had no right to discuss my Sadie with anyone, behind my back.

"He mentioned very little, just that she died in a car accident and you haven't been the same since."

Her gaze was displeasing. Louis knows I hate talking about her, why would he do this."

"I don't want to talk about her." I state matter-of-factly.

"Are you sure? You may beneifit from dis-"

"I said no! My god it's none of your damn business!" I shout at her, running my hands through my hair. She doesn't even look taken aback by my words, she just sits there. I hate her too.

"Harry, I am well aware that it is none of my business, but I have my doctorate in my feild. I am a highly licensed professional, and I truly believe I can help you if you allow me too."

"No."

"Harry, you must understand that this is what's best for you."

"I said no." She didn't even look slightly defeated, whereas I felt as if I had already lost.

"How about we steer clear of the Sadie topic, we can talk about anything else besides that." I opened my mouth to say no but she wasn't having it. "Harry, I do not want to send you back to Simon, a good friend of mine, without at least one session." I sighed.

"Fine,"

We spent the next two hours talking about everything that didn't involve Sadie, and everything that didn't involve Sadie meant we weren't going to talk about my obnoxious neighbour Meredith who couldn't keep her mouth shut and show some respect towards me.

Just like Sadie.

But I pushed her far from my thoughts, I couldn't stand it. She was everywhere. I had done so well with not thinking about her, but those walls around me were cracking, and I can't afford to let that happen.

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I found Louis outside, taking some shots on our football net. He his beyond concentrated, Eleanor left today, and this is usually what he does when she's not around. Before, the two of us would go do something, like see a movie or go to the zoo, until the Sadie thing, that very well broke our friendship.

"Louis!" I shout at him, just as he takes a shot. The ball flies upwards and hits the top right hand corner of the net, and he turns to face me.

"Harry!" He shouts back. He isn't smiling, but his eyes are full of some sort of mix between hope and amusment.

"You told her about Sadie." I say in barely a whisper. I don't want a fight, but I am dissapointed that he would talk to her about it. He takes a deep sigh and sits on the grass. I go over and sit next to him.

"Harry, I-I'm sorry. Look, you're a mess. There's no point in denying it. You shout at everyhting that breathes, you think you're greater than everyone else, it's just not healthy. And we know that it all goes back to Sadie. You need to move on mate." I sighed. I wanted to yell at him, I wanted him to know how much of a monster I really was, but I couldn't bring myself to do it. "It's been three months, Harry."

"I know Lou, but that's something I have to do. I have to make that choice for me okay?" He smiled slightly and patted my back.

"Just try not to shut me out okay? You're my best mate." I nodded my head, I couldn't promise anyone anything anymore. Promises are just weak reassurences that everything will be fine when it sure as hell won't be.

"Hey Haz, why don't we go inside?" I just nodded my head and followed y best friend towards are large house. Inside, Niall and Zayn were talking about their new favourite subject, Meredith. I just couldn't take a break.

"Yeah, she's taking me to yoga tomorrow, I'm pretty excited.' Niall chirpped. I rolled my eyes, of course she would get him in on that. "We talked about it today,

she asked me to invite you guys." He then expanded the convorsation towards us all.

"Doesn't sound all that bad actually." Zayn said with a shrug. Liam agreed, saying it would be a great stress reliever, a comment directed slightly towards me.

"Yeah I'll go," Louis elbowed me in the ribs. "What about you Harry? It might be just what you need." I rubbed the spot where he elbowed me, little twat, before scoffing.

"Yeah when pigs fly." That was one of Sadie's favourite expressions, and I didn't even realize I had used it.

"Harry..." Niall started. They all knew very well that that was Sadie's mantra, and the pity in their eyes was disgusting.

"Don't." I spit at them, and go to the kitchen to grab two Corona's and a can of whipping cream. I walk past them all, grumbling about how they should just leave me alone for once in their lives.

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A/N:

So I'm back! Yaaaay

I just love writing from Harry's POV< it turns out so much better.

SO I finally updated, and I want t tell you somethings....

I will no longer be updating The Harold Song, because I am coing up to school in around two to three weeks and this story I am determined to finish, the other no so much. It'll just be on hold for awhile.

So I'll try to update this one as much as possible, but once school starts I can only manage a once-a-week update, if that.

I hate High School

BUT DANCE CAMP WAS SO FREAKING AMAZING

Thanks for your patience guys, I'll update soon :) 

I should also edit this story

VOTE AND COMMENT PLEASE

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