The blond-haired boy Niall skipped out of me and Harry's room.
"What was that about?" I inquired.
"Niall has bipolar. He'll be really sad or moody at one second but then happy and normal at the next," Harry explained.
"Hm. Who else is here? Would you mind introducing me, showing me around?"
Harry's face positively lit up. "Of course!" He leaped off his bed and grabbed my hand, pulling me out the door. I blushed. I couldn't deny the spark that jumped through my body when he grabbed my hand. It didn't take a detective to see that Harry felt it, too, because he loosened his grip on my hand and blushed, too.
Harry led me down the flight of stairs to the first floor, where the lobby sat. There were boys and girls. They looked to be pretty young, the oldest ones couldn't have been older than 25.
We halted at a boy with raven-colored hair, swept up and perfectly styled.
"This is Zayn," Harry announced as though Zayn was the Queen. Like he was the most important person in the world.
Zayn stood and stuck his hand out for me to shake. I grasped it and shook it.
"I'm Harry," I introduced myself.
"Cool." Zayn was quite charismatic. "Why are you here? If you don't mind my asking."
"No, no. You deserve to know. I'm depressed and suicidal. What about you?"
Zayn gulped. "Um, I don't really talk about it."
"Oh." Curiosity filled my mind, but Zayn didn't look like the kind of person that wanted to be pushed, so I let it be.
Harry introduced me to Liam formally, who was afraid of everything, prone to panic attacks, and had awful OCD.
He also introduced me to Monica, a 12-year-old with a strange obsession to demons; Katie, a 16-year-old who sees people that don't exist; and Oscar, an 18-year-old who self-harms. They all seemed to be wonderful people.
But I like Harry by far the most.
