33 - This isn't my home

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Justin's POV

Yesterday I spent hours in some therapy session with a few other people, and I didn't really like it.

I don't like sharing my problems with people I don't know.

Currently I was trying to sleep in.

It was almost two pm, but I was tired.

"Justin..." Perrie's voice whispered.

No. Go away. Oh God...

"Justtyyy?" Perrie shook me.

"Wake up." Jake said.

I frowned.

"I'm not hungry. I don't wanna take pills. Fuck off." I grumbled, shoving my face further into the uncomfortable pillow.

"Goodness you need to wash that mouth out." Perrie tisked.

"I thought you'd be happy." Jake chuckler.

"About what? I'm stuck in Hell." I huffed.

"But Zayn and Niall are here..." Jake whispered. I sat up, basically jumping out of the bed.

"What? Where?" I asked, stumbling to put shoes on.

Perrie giggled.

"The waiting room." Jake smiled.

"You get to go home." Perrie added.

"I do!?" I smiled, probably for the first time in weeks.

Jake and Perrie nodded.

"Oh my God, I'm not wearing these scrubs. Where are my clothes? Zayn's clothes actually, I wore them when I came here..." I sighed, I assume they were Zayn's clothes... they smelt like him.

Jake placed a plastic bag on my bed.

"We'll be just out the door, a therapist wants to quickly talk with you before you leave." Jake ushered Perrie out the room.

"Its not like I haven't seen what he's got..." Perrie muttered.

Once the door was closed, I threw the scrubs off my body and chucked Zayn's dark grey sweat pants, loose green shirt, and baggy jumper on.

He let me where this at the hospital.

I sighed in satisfaction.

Now I've gotta learn to trust myself.

But, I'm going to get all the help from Zayn and Niall.

People I really need right now.

The door opened and a woman walked in.

She was pretty.

"Hey." She smiled.

I blushed, smiling back.

"I'm Jennifer Aniston." (A/N:Haha a celebrity xD you didn't say which one to put in) She put out her hand, "But you can call me Jen, or Jenny or whatever."

I shook her hand, "I'm, um.. Justin."

"Already know." Jen smiled. She pulled a card out of her pocket, "Now, I want you to call me in a few days and tell me how you are. I've run over your file, and I think you should stay in contact." Jen advised me.

"I'm not a nut, so..." I bit my lip.

"Did I say you were? No. Just call me if there's anything bothering you." Jen smiled, giving me a quick hug then leaving.

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