Crazy {Harry Styles}

Chapter 1

A/N: Hello, I'm Caitlinx) I'd like to start by saying that this book, does not reflect, at all, how Harry Styles, actually is. The character, is just that, a character, and the words and actions that his character partakes in does not reflect my beliefs, or his actual behavior in any way. I am a fan of One Direction, and I chose Harry, as I wanted him to be what my character looked like. Thank you, and enjoy.

This will one of the few, if only, chapter in 3rd person.

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Doctor Jennings walked through the cold, depressing, walls that lined the way to the office of Dr. Smith, the leading man, at the Jacksonville Woodrow Facility. She was keenly aware of the bland, and horrifically boring color that covered every surface of the quiet place. Her lips pressed tightly together, she reached the door of Dr. Smith, knocking. There were major problems she saw with this facility, that had nothing to do with why she was here.

"Dr. Jennings." The older man, with hair that seemed to dwindle every day, offered Dr. Jennings a warm smile and motioned for her to enter his office. She did, with sure steps, and sat herself down in one of the two chairs that sat in front of his desk. "Was your trip here decent?" Dr. Smith asked, making small talk.

"Yes, thank you."

"Good."

"Shall we begin with why I'm here?" Dr. Jennings inquired, her eye brows raising. She was unimpressed with small talk, and found no reason to make friends with the Doctor. Obviously, he was in need of her assistance, proven by the looks of his facility. She knew her reason for coming, and the major task that it involved, but she wanted to hear what the man had to say, about this task.

"Ah, yes. Patient 3690, I'm sure you've heard of her. She's been very famous for her, er, mental challenges."

"I have. Do you and your staff here not regard those that have come with names?"

"No, they each have their number, it's easier to work with." At his words, Dr. Jennings again pursed her lips. When Dr. Johnson called for an update l, she would be informing the head of the Woodrow Facility Chain, that Dr. Smith needed major improvements too be leading such a facility.

"I see, and you don't think that using their name would help with the process?"

"I wouldn't see why that matters." Dr. Smith was wary of this younger female, only in her late twenties, who seemed to be passing many judgments. He was working to control his annoyance that she was here, because of Patient 3690. Dr. Jennings was known for being one of the best, and that's why she had walked into his facility this morning. He knew he wouldn't be liking this Doctor very much, but he repressed himself from snapping and added quickly, "We do have all their names on file, of course."

"I'd like to review 3690. May I have all the info that you have on her?"

"Sure." Dr. Smith rose to cross to his filing cabinets. "I must worn you though, there isn't much on her. She won't speak to us."

"Nothing?"

"No, not a word. She just sits on her bed, rocking back and forth all day."

"You keep cameras in the rooms?" Dr. Jennings didn't bother to hide the disgust that lined her words. The rooms in which the patients stayed were small, only holding a bed, a small chest, and a sink, depending on the patient.

"Only in 3690."

"I want that removed, today, Dr. Smith." Her tone was firm, leaving no room for discussion. Dr. Smith yanked the file out then pushing it across the table at Dr. Jennings.

"I'll will have that done now, but Ms. Jennings, I will not have a blatant disrespect towards me, in my own office."

"Dr. Smith," She rose then, carefully sliding her chair back onto place. "I am here, to not only analyze, and fix Patient 3690, but I'm also here to take a look at this facility. I have already seen many things thay un nerve me. This facility may be clean, but there is no cold, no life. These patients need healing, and this boring atmosphere will not help, but I'll save that for later. Where do you have me located?"

"The room next to Patient 3690 is open."

"Thank you." Dr. Jennings rose, grabbed her files, and her bags, and carefully exited the tense office. She made her way down until she found the room, and pushed the door open. To her utmost surprise the walls were painted blue, and there was a window that had bright sunshine flowing through it. The blinds were pulled up and the white curtains pulled back. In the center of the room, there was a twin sized bed, with a blue and white quilt spread over it. Two dressers sat on either side of the bed, one that held a lamp, and the other, a clock. Connected to her room was a bathroom, complete with a shower and sink. Dr. Jennings eyebrows pulled together. She had been expecting an old patients room.

"This belonged to Dr. Reed, the young man before you." Dr. Jennings was startled by Dr. Smith's voice behind her. "He couldn't get Patient 3690 to talk, so he left."

"I see."

"You forgot this last file." Dr. Smith walked in, putting a folder on the bed. "That's about her family's death. I would read that, but it's pretty horrid."

"Thanks Dr. Smith." Dr. Jennings tone, was a clear dismissal. He left silently, closing the door behind him.