Having No Regrets (A One Direction Love Story)

Luna's POV

I've been here for over 24 hours. And I'm going out of my mind already. No one's come back since yesterday morning besides when Harry dropped some things off and I swear I'm close to jumping out the window I'm so bored. Harry bought a few books around and a couple magazines, but I'm still bored. I can't concentrate in this shit hole. It's depressing. And smells funny. And it's boring. White walls. White doors. White sheets. Fucking white everything. If they want hospital patients to be happy, at least have fun, happy colors. Fucks sake.

Next minute, the doctor walks in. "It's time for your counseling session." He tells me. 

"I'm not going." I say bluntly. I didn't even sleep last night and I'm so not in the mood for this shit. 

"You have to go. Come on, Miss. Tomlinson." He says sternly and I don't think there'll be anyway I'll get out of going. Doesn't mean I have to tell her anything. Or him. Whatever. I glare at the doctor before slowly getting out of bed and dragging myself and my IV after the doctor as he leads me to the counselor's small office. "Here you go." I roll my eyes and walk in and it's quite a small room. It's painted a bright yellow with a small wooden desk with a middle-aged woman behind it. There's a plant in the corner and a few pictures on the walls. It's nothing flash, then again, it's only a hospital.

"Luna, it's nice to meet you." She says with a big smile. "Come, sit!" I sit down and cross my arms over my chest. "So, how are you today?"

"Great." I reply simply, raising an eyebrow.

"Have you eaten much since yesterday?" She asks with a small notepad in front of her and a pen in her hand. Of course they write all this shit down. I just shrug. I don't even know what the fuck I'm doing here in the first place. I want to go home. I hear her sigh. She probably gets this shit a lot. Why would people bother being a psychologist when most people don't want or NEED their help? 

"I know your mother died a couple months ago, I'm really sorry to hear that." Whatever the fuck her name is says and I look on her desk to see a name place. It tells me her name is Maria.

"Look, Maria, I don't want your pity, or your help." I snap.

"Luna, you need help, you may not want it, who does? Everyone tries to convince themselves they don't need help, but with someone like you, you do need it. You may not want it, but trust me, you probably will soon enough." She says softly, giving me this pity look.

"Don't give me that look." I huff, rolling my eyes.

"Look, Luna, all I can tell you is don't push people away. You may want to because you're hurting, I couldn't imagine what it would be like to lose your mother so young. You don't ever really move on from those kind of things, but you will get through it, but you need to lean on everyone you have, they will be there for you." She says calmly.

After another 40 minutes of her asking me pointless questions I refuse to answer. She eventually lets me go and I stand up and walk out as fast as I can. I think about leaving the hospital and running off but I don't think I'd get very far. I sigh in frustration and walk into my room and find a boy lying on it. I look up to meet the brown-eyed boy.

"What are you doing here?" I ask, stopping in my tracks.

"I came to say I'm sorry. I was just mad at this happening again. I didn't mean to take it out on you, I know it's not entirely your fault and you've had to deal with a lot of shit lately. I'm just really sorry I yelled at you." Zayn says sighing.

"I'm sorry I kicked you out. I shouldn't have." I say quietly, shifting uncomfortably from foot to foot. 

"No, it's fine, I get it. You hate it here, but I just want you to be healthy." He says and he shifts on the bed and pats the spot beside him. "Come here." I raise an eyebrow and go and sit next to him, careful not to pull the IV out of my arm. I did that once, and it fucking hurts when you just rip it out accidentally. 

He puts his arm around me and I lean my head on his chest. "You're amazing." I breathe.

"I get told that a lot." He tells me and I giggle. "I'll take you on another date as soon as you get out of here. I'll start looking for an amazing counselor for you, I know you may not want to but it's doctors orders.

"How fun." I say sarcastically and he shakes his head.

"You're so stubborn." He says.

"I know." I giggle and he chuckles.

"I'm glad." He says. "For dinner I'm planning on bringing you back some pizza, because I know you hate hospital food."

"You're the best." I say, sighing into him. He really is amazing. Maybe Maria was right when she said not to push people away? Who knows anymore.

"Willow said she might drop by later, she wasn't entirely sure though." He says and I nod.

"I can't believe what I said to her. I can't believe I even slapped her. What a bitch I am." I sigh. "I wish I hadn't of slapped her but I was just so mad at you all."

"I remember that time you slapped me because I was an asshole." He chuckles and I giggle. This was only a year ago but I remember he was teasing me but went to far so I slapped him, and he was pissed for a day before he knew I was right so I got away with it. But I won't with Willow, I just want to tell her I'm sorry I guess.

"That was the best slap." I giggle and he nods in agreement. 

"I think Harry, Niall and maybe Liam will come over for pizza as well. Just because we all know how bored you get." He says and I yawn and I nod my head. "Go to sleep." He hums to me and I quickly fall asleep.