Rehabilitation (Harry Styles)

Chapter Eight

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Harry leads me out of the cafeteria through the kitchen. The lady cleaning the dishes scowls at Harry and me. Harry puts his finger up to his mouth to hush her and winks at the older lady. She just rolls her eyes at him and continues to wash dishes. Once we're out of the kitchen he leads towards two closed doors.

We stop in front of them as Harry pulls out a key chain with a few keys on it. He finds the right key and unlocks the door. When we exit the doors we're standing in a fence in garden. There are many half bloomed flowers and plants. I'm actually pretty amazed by the sight and happy I'm not surrounded by plain white walls and flooring.

"Why aren't we allowed out here?" I ask Harry while I look around the large opening.

"You guys are," he states. "They're planting new flowers and replanting grass. They're also redoing the side walks and benches. So it's been closed off until it's all finished."

I hum in response as I continue to observe the yard. I see loose dirt where I assume they're going to plant grass and just tools gardeners would used. But even though it's not finished it's breath taking. Maybe I just think that because I've been locked in a hell hole for weeks, but it truly is a sight to be seen.

"I'm surprised this is here," I say.

"Why is that?" he asks me.

"Besides the art room there is barley an ounce of color in there. And this yard is just full of life and beauty."

"Yeah," he chuckles. "It is a pretty boring place."

"So," I say walking over to a bench. "What do you do here?"

"I assist my dad in paperwork and Jay in taking notes of group sessions. Sometimes I help plan activities. I also help run the music department."

"You're really young though," I say. "At least you look really young."

"I'm nineteen," he chuckles. "I'm taking a year off of school and my dad offered me a job."

"That's cool," I genuinely tell him.

"It is," he agrees. "Do you plan on going to college after this?"

"I'd really rather not talk about me," I tell him.

"C'mon," he says. "I told you about myself."

"I don't know what I plan on doing after this," I admit.

"Don't worry, you have a while before you have to decide."

"What do you mean?" I ask him.

"You're in here for six months, correct?" He asks.

"How do you know that?"

"Told you, I do paper work for my father."

"Wow," I stand up.

"What?" He stands up too looking confused.

"This whole time you've acted like you have no clue what I've been through except the things I've shared in group," I walk back towards the door.

"That's not true," he says.

"You've read my file Harry, it's all there. Why I'm here."

"I didn't read those files," he follows me into the building. "Only my father is allowed to look at the files you're talking about."

"What?" I stop and look at him.

"Not even Jay or Dr. Mell are allowed to look at them."