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Im tangled in his arms, his legs are heavy and his breath is hot. Harry, im still lay in bed with Harry, I slightly turn my head, begging him not to wake up and check the time. 10.32am. How have I spelt all night, and not snuck out yet. Its the best nights sleep ive had since being here.
"Ca-r" He groans, his tongue slips out wetting his lips. I have to be out here within the next five minutes, dressed and at Mr Payne's office for 10.45am. I attempt to move his arm, his grip tightening.
"Ha-rry" I attempt to move his arm, again. And nothing. "I-I need to go." He's having none of it, literally. His arms are around my waist and his curly mess is nuzzled in my neck. I would rather stay here with Harry than see the therapist.
He removes his arm and rolls over, facing the wall. I quickly place my shoes on and chuck Harry's jumper over my head. What if he see's me, Zayn. What excuse am I meant to make up? I slightly open his door, peeping my head out. Zayn's door is shut, I sigh in relief.
I quickly exit Harrys room without a good bye, and run. Run down the hallway and to my room.
I knock the door softly and pray that he's not here. Mr Payne, Im yet to see what this guy is like.
"Better late than never Ms Carter." His hair is slicked back, his suit is fitted, the stubble on his face makes him look some how younger, his eyes look a chestnut brown, maybe even darker. He is hot, I force myself to stare away from his bum.
I don't even realise he's turned around, the cough makes it become more clear. "Please, have a seat." He grins. Shit, things could get awkward. "So tell me abit about yourself." His deep eyes stare at me, I shift uncomfortably brining my legs up close to my chest.
Speak you idiot. "E-r, im depressed?" I almost question the truth.
"Well that's why were here to talk about" He gives me a warm smile. "So why do you think you're in here?" he questions, I don't know.
"Er, because im depressed, I frequently get suicidal thoughts and im abnormally low about my self, constantly to be honest." I let out a deep sigh.
"Good" He writes something down. Good? How can that be fucking good. "You're mother has told me some personal things about you." Fuck, how personal.
Knowing my mother, there going to be personal.
"You're granddad, I understand you and him were very close, its been what five years since he passed away?" I slowly nod, why has she been telling him stuff. "So you were how old..thirteen?" I nod again.
"I don't get what he has to do with me being in this place?" I haven't spoke about him since he passed away and I don't intend on doing so either.
"How close were you too him?" He questions, I shrug my shoulders. "Do you remember why he passed away?" Yes, I shrug my shoulders again. "Okay, are you keeping a journal, diary, or something?"
"E-r yeah" I stutter. I do not want to be here anymore.
"Please keep writing in that, you have daily sessions, every day. They should be longer than this, but until we get somewhere you'll be having ten to fifteen minutes." I slowly nod, even that's too long.
I go to stand up. "Oh and please try to talk next time." He smiles, "You've been in here less than ten minutes." He slightly laughs.
I half laugh, say bye then you ignorant girl. "Er, good bye" He waves at me as I close the door too, a big sigh escapes my lips and I head back to my room.
