Homophobia

Chapter 1

"Hello Mr. Styles. How are you feeling today?"

Harry stared at his therapist, and sighed. "My head hurts, and I want to go to sleep."

"Why does it hurt? I just got here." His therapist says. He tucks his pen behind his ear, and folds his hands across his lap.

"Some guy named Nick felt on me today, and called me a Fairy in the hallway." Harry replies, hanging his head low.

"How did that make you feel?"

"Like dirt.. Like shit.. I want to shower.. Rub all that filth off of me."

The therapist writes a few things down and nods, "Homosexuals still bothering you?"

"Yeah." Harry mutters, scratching his head.

"Homophobia, in a homosexual. Unusual, but not rare."

"I-I never said I was a homo!" Harry stammers, suddenly feeling the walls close in.

"But you did. You said you are only attracted to men. You said,'I don't really find girls, cute or whatever. I think guys are more attractive than women.' You said that, yes?"

"I-I did! But I didn't say I was a homo! I could be Asexual!"

"Do you believe that Harry?" The therapist says, and Harry can't take it.

He leans forward, and throws his head between his legs, panting. The walls seem so close he could touch them, he shivers as the beads of sweat run down his neck. The familiar ringing in his ears surrounds him, and he feels tears slip down his face.

His therapist sighs, "Sever anxiety still present, I see."

He places the clipboard on the floor and moves toward Harry, rubbing small circles on his back.

"Breathe Harry. Breathe."

Harry takes a few deep breaths, and he begins to feel a little better. The therapist takes a small device from his pocket and hands it to him.

"A-an inhaler?" Harry wheezes, taking it from his hands. He squints and tries to focus on it.

"You'll need it for your anxiety and nightmares. Just pump and breathe deep, it'll help stabilize your breathing. Understand?"

Harry nods, and takes a few deep breathes. "Nick...?"

Harry says hesitantly, his therapist grins, "Finally calling me by my name?"

Harry lets a small smile play on his lips, "Do you think I'll ever get better?"

Nick nods, "I do. You just need to help yourself, not make me do all the work"

Harry laughs lightly. "Okay. Next Tuesday, same time?"

Nick stands, and pulls Harry up.

"Of course Harry. I'll let myself out. Goodnight."

"Goodnight."