remember me. (A Larry/Punk!Harry Fanfiction)

Prologue

-------------

The office looked like a library, wooden desks and chairs, hundreds of books on shelves. Endless amounts of paperwork, stacked up on desks and a long, red leather couch. The room smelt of new books and scented candles.

You might think strange for an office to smell of lemon and jasmine scented candles? Yes. Well this isn't an ordinary office for meetings and paperwork, no this was an office of a doctor. Not an ordinary doctor at that either.

You see this is a psychatrictist office. The doctor helps with depression, behavioural problems and stress, all of which the next client has.

Dr. Serrano was just overlooking his next patient's file. He read all the problems they have faced.

Depression

Drugs

Alcohol

Drug Dealing

Prison

Fighting

The list goes on. Dr. Serrano isn't surprised by all the notes that is written in the patients file, this is an everyday thing for him.

"Dr. Serrano, your next client is here" Nicola, the secretary says, through the switchboard on the doctor’s phone.

"Thank you Nicola, send him in" Dr Serrano replies. He stands up from his desk chair and straightens out his shirt.

Dr Serrano isn't an old man, he's in his early forties. He's quite a casual man, his white shirt sleeves rolled up to his elbows, he wears tan trousers and brown dress shoes. He still has to look smart enough for his job. His brown longish hair is pushed back off of his face, in a slight quaff, unstyled. He pushes his glasses up the bridge of his nose and clears his throat.

His door swings open and a figure is standing in the doorway. The figure steps in, dressed in a white t-shirt with a blue plaid shirt on top, black -really-skinny jeans and black ankle boots. Both of the man’s pale, skinny arms are covered in tattoo's, leading up to his neck. His t-shirt is low cut and you can see the tattoos all over his chest.

Lip, nose and eyebrow piercings cover his face. In his ears black stretchers to match the black theme of his outfit. His mouth turned down into a prominant frown, his once green, vibrant eyes now a dull, grey colour with no life in them, his messy, brown curls resting against his scrunched up forehead, greasy and dirty. This boy looked like he'd been to hell and back, his walk seemed like the world was hanging on his shoulders and pulling in down into defeat. On his pale face, he had a slight stubble, spiked and unshaven, purple bags under his eyes, showing that this man does not get enough sleep, his eyebrows furrowed and untidy.

"Ah Mr Styles, I am Doctor Serrano. Nice to meet you" The doctor says, sticking up his hand for Mr Styles to shake.

"Is it nice? Is it really? I don't see how any of this is 'nice' do you Dr. Serrano?" Mr Styles snaps at him, sarcastically. Doctor Serrano drops his hand and walks out from his desk and gestures Mr Styles to lie across the leather couch.

"Why don't you lay down, Mr Styles?" He asks, politely, gesturing his hand towards the couch. Mr Styles snorts in response before speaking.

"It's Harry, not Mr Styles" 'Harry' snaps, lying down on the couch. He crosses his arms over his chest, in a defence action, showing the doctor that he was not going to co-operate so easily.

"Okay, Harry" Doctor Serrano, pulls his arm chair next to the couch which is occupied by a certain, tattooed boy.

"So Harry, why are you here?" A nice easy question to start off today's session.

"You tell me Doc, I didn't sign myself up for this!" Harry groans.

"Ah yes your friends, Liam Payne, Niall Horan and Zayn Malik did" Doctor Serrano answers, flicking through some papers.

"They're not my friends!" Harry snaps. Doctor Serrano wrote down some notes.

"They care about you a great deal Harry, if they wanted you to get help" Dr Serrano answers.

"They don't care. Nobody cares" Harry replies, bitterly. Doctor Serrano looks up from his notes and studies Harry. Harry's eyebrows are furrowed together, his frown still prominent and eyes full of anger.

"Harry, people do care about you. That is why you are here. No matter how long it takes I will be here to help you get past this" Doctor Serrano replies.

It is silent in the big office, the only sound you can hear is Harry's deep breathing as if he is thinking of something.

"Now shall we get onto today's session?" Doctor Serrano asks. Harry looks up to him, eyes no longer full of anger but interest. He gives a brief nod and returns his gaze to the ceiling.

"Ok can you tell me what makes you happy?" Doctor Serrano asks.

Harry takes a while to think about that question.

"What normally makes people happy, doctor?"

"You tell me, Harry. What makes or made your happy? Sports? Reading? Music?" Harry looked up at the doctor for a second, nodding his head, thoughtfully.

"Music"

"Music? Do you like listening to it or do you play any instruments?"

"I used to be in a band" Harry says with a hint of happiness.

"A band? What kind of band?" Doctor Serrano asks.

"We were giving the term 'boy band' but we always said we weren't like any other boy band before" Harry says with a hint of a smile.

"Who was we? Who was in the band with you? Liam? Niall? Zayn?"

"Yes and....Lou" Harry murmurs.

"Lou? Was he special to you Harry?" Doctor Serrano questions.

"You could say that....he was my best friend" Harry answers sadly.

"Was? What happened?"

"Um....he-he's...dead" Harry says, eyes glassy.

"Harry we can talk about Louis later on in other sessions if you want, just if you're not ready yet" Doctor Serrano says, looking up from his notes.

"Yeah if you don't mind Doc" Harry says, rubbing his face with his large hands.

"Now why don't you tell me about your band?" Doctor Serrano says.

"Yes, okay. Um....we were called One Direction... And that's where everything started"

---------------

So what do you think? This is actually my second Larry Fanfic but I didn't like my first story. I deleted that one and started this story.

Please leave your thoughts?

-I