I walked back into my room after group to see a boy with light brown hair sitting on the usually empty bed next to mine.
Just great.
I've never really been a people person due to the fact that I have about 5 different people inside me. Not literally, but there's Nice, Regular Harry; Angry Harry; Diva Harry; Sad Harry; and Shy, Anxious Harry.
I'm usually Nice, Regular Harry, but I can switch in the blink of an eye. I felt Shy, Anxious Harry taking over my body. Then I tripped over my clothes.
"Shit," I mumbled.
You see, people with ADHD tend to have trouble keeping organized. They're also prone to accidents more than other people.
I sat down on my bed.
"Who are you?" the boy asked.
"H-Harry," I murmured. "You?"
"Louis." He looked away from me.
An awkward silence filled the small room.
Finally I asked, "Why are you here?"
He blushed. "I'm suicidal. And depressed." His eyes met mine and locked there. "And you?" His eyes were a piercing blue.
"Um, multiple personalities. And ADHD." I cleared my throat, looked down, tapped my fingers on my desk, looked up again, and then my eyes flew to the door. Niall stood there, tears running down his face.
"Harry," he squeaked, totally ignorant of the fact that Louis was right there. Niall rushed to my bed and buried his face in my shoulder.
"Shhh, buddy, what's wrong?" I rubbed his back soothingly.
"Huh?" He pulled his head up. "Nothing, I'm fine." Then he saw Louis. "Hey, I'm Niall!"
"Louis." Louis dipped his eyebrow.
Then Niall skipped out of the room.
Typical.
