bright - h.s

three

A/N: If you didn't get it, making it clear: Oliver is a undercover name for HARRY STYLES. oups... but why? 

hehehee <3

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I made my way down to the cafeteria. Since it was April, it was hot in California. Lunches would be spent outside in the garden. It was refreshing. Tables were set around and patients sat in chairs at them, talking to others. I saw my friends at a table and sat down at the table. 

"Nova! You're finally here! Did you see the new patient?" Aurra shrieked.

"Gosh, calm down Aurra. But yes, i did. He's in the room right next to mine. Oliver right?" I answered.

"Yes Oliver. That's such a beautiful name…" she said, with a smile on her face. "Isn't he gorgeous! Oh my gosh. I saw him walking on the 4th floor hallway, probably going for his room, and i couldn't stop staring. I don't think he noticed so it's fine."

"Could you be anymore of a girl?" Vems said with a teasing smirk plastered on his face. Aurra gave him a light punch in the arm, and we all laughed.

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There I was, yet again, sitting in this brown soft individual sofa, my eyes trailing along the people sitting around me, in a circle. All of which were dealing with something powerful that messed with their minds and life. I was never a big fan of group therapy. I find it weird to have someone asking questions to you, with at least 12 pair of eyes watching you every move, and you having to answer in complete sincerity, or you would be call out on your bullshit. 

Aurra was sitting next to me, to my left and Bea was third sofa over to my right. She was playing with her nails. She was thinking about something, but i didn't know what, nor did i want to know. It was probably something dirty or inapropriate. It always was anyways. Most of the people in today's group session I already knew what was up with them, and the issues they were dealing with, but as i looked around the room, there were three i had no clue what was up with them. There was this chinese girl whom I've seen before, but i've never been in her group therapy session. I have never seen her smile once since i've been here. Then there was this small blonde kid, who looked young, maybe in his fourteens, that arrived a month ago. 

And then my eyes lay on him. Oliver. He was in today's group therapy with me. In the next hour, I would discover who he was, and why he was admitted. Right as I finished my thought, his eyes struck up to stare into mine. No, I wouldn't let go, I would not be the first to look away. His stare was in tense, and sent shivers up my body. He had a bad boy aura to him, that i couldn't quite put my finger on.

"Hello my dears. How was everyone's day?" Today's group therapist said, and broke our stare down, or whatever you want to call it. Group therapy sessions where once every two days, and each time we had a new therapist, except with some exceptions. In total there were a dozen therapists, so we went through them quickly. All of us nodded, no one wanting to speak. The first few minutes were always a bit awkward, but as time went by, the atmosphere became comfortable with everyone's confessions. Some would say it was the complete opposite of comftoble, but i totally disagree. What could be more comfortable then knowing everyones deepest secrets and thoughts, not having to wonder what they are thinking or feeling.