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

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<p>The office looked like a library, a dark mahogany wooden desk with a matching desk chair, hundreds of books on shelves. Endless amounts of paperwork and files, filled file cabinets and they were even stacked up on tables, the walls were covered in promotionally posters such as 'how to help yourself' and 'Depression: the big bully of your mind' to give an extra character to the room- not that it needed anymore character due to the impeccable artwork of the engravings that have been carved oh so delicately into the roof and down the walls-and a long, red leather couch was placed in the middle of the room, directly across from it was a brown, leather chair placed conveniently next to a end table that was occupied with a single desk lamp and a notebook with a golden pen, rested on a blank, empty page. . The room smelt of new books and scented candles.</p>

<p>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.</p>

<p>Dr. Serrano was just overlooking his next patient's file. He read over all the apparent problems the next client has endured. Depression, alcoholism, some drug use, traumatic flashbacks, major attacks (panic), detachment issues, jail me ( number of occasions, all bailed out). 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.</p>

<p>"Doctor Serrano, your next client is here. Shall I send him in?" Nicola, the secretary says, through the switchboard on the doctor’s phone.</p>

<p>"Yes, send him in. Thank you Nicola" Doctor Serrano replies. He stands up from his desk chair and moves to in front of his desk, he straightens out his shirt and places the glasses, that was sin his breast pocket, onto his face</p>

<p>Doctor 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 and smoothed back into a small ponytail at the bottom of his neck. He pushes his black glasses up the bridge of his nose and clears his throat, waiting for a knock on the door, the knock belonging to his next client.</p>

<p>His door swings open and smacks against the back wall, making pictures on the wall shudder and even some lose paperwork fly, due to the new force of air that entered the room. The figure stands in the doorway, sneering at nothing in particular, probably because the room is so light and clean compared to places he normally goes. The figure steps in ever so slightly, he is dressed in black -really skinny- jeans, a black V-neck t-shirt and a pair of black, old, tattered 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. Black and permanent against the man's milky skin.</p>

<p>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.</p>

<p>"Ah Mr Styles, I am Doctor Serrano. Nice to meet you" The doctor says, walking from his desk towards 'Mr Styles', sticking up his hand for Mr Styles to shake.</p>