Therapy

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Years, months and days have gone by since my sad and drunken up dad passed away. Do I feel any remorse? Not one bit, yes he was my father but I have never counted him as one nor was he ever there for me. With my days and years of not showing any emotion my mother through it was a sign of 'depression' but really I was just thankful he was gone.

12:30pm

I sigh as I read the time, hearing loud footsteps coming up the stairs.

"Up! Up! Up! We're going to be late!" My mother chirped as she pulled me up by my hands.

"I honestly don't know why you're taking me mom. There's nothing wrong with me I've told you this multiple times." I whine as she drags me down the hallway towards the stairs.

"I know honey, maybe we should just still try it out you know?  Maybe it'll be better for the both of us"
she says as she spins me around and smiles at me.

"Okay fine! But if I don't like it or feel uncomfortable I'm out!" I say as my mother squealed and rushed me out of the door.

Jesus, why is she so excited? It's only therapy? Maybe it's the first time in a while I've finally agreed on something, or maybe she's just happy she's trying to help me but couldn't help my dad?

I shake the though out of my head as I opened the car door and buckled my self in and watched my mother drive with a calm and at ease face as we made our way to my therapist.

Walking up to the building, on the far left there was two glass doors and a massive white sign on top which said 'Life centred therapy and Spiritual Counselling' scrunching my face up as I turn and look at my mum as she has a smile on her face and nods at me as if there was hope.

"Okay now, I've booked you for the best and please try your best honey I know you can do this. I want you to be yourself again! I'm doing this for the best. Just give it a try" she says with pleading eyes and hope in her voice.

"Mom I love you for this but I honestly don't need it, but if it makes you feel better than I will I guess." I say with a smile on my face as she leads me towards the front desk.

"Hello miss, what can we do for you today!" A blonde lady greeted us at the front desk. Scanning around I spot that her name was Sandra. How fitting.

"Yes! My daughter has a meeting today at 1:20pm with Doctor Harry styles" my mom continues to discuss with the lady at the desk as my mind wonders off while looking at the place, everything was so modern and classy.

Doctor Harry Styles? He sounds so old maybe mid 50s I would say. Feeling my stomach turn, I am suddenly nervous and just want the day to finish already.

"This way ladies! I will take you to Doctors Styles office." Sandra says as her heels echo through the halls as she walks towards the elevator with myself and my mom following behind.

A loud ping came from the elevator as it opened, Sandra walked in and smiled as she pressed the number 10.

10 hm? Top floor? Who even is this guy?

A loud ping echoed again through the elevator as the doors opened and we reached the first floor. We walked down the hallway again and past a small receptionist desk with a very beautiful red head at her desk.

Sandra opened the two big wooden doors and light beamed everywhere with a stunning view shining all around the room of the city.

"Mom are you sure we're at the right place?" I whisper to my mom as she softly squeezes my arm to show she's as shocked as I am.

"Young miss you can take a seat here now before Doctor Styles comes in, Mrs Davis you can now leave." Sandra says as I take a seat in front of a very large and beautiful desk while I watch my mother leave with a smile on her face.

I sat there, the room so quiet that if a pin dropped you would be able to hear it like thunder. The room was stunning, there was white leather couches on the left side of the room and beautiful paintings and the best thing of all was the beautiful view of the whole city. I was in awe.

Hearing the two large doors open loudly I didn't think of looking behind me, I already knew what I was going to see. Your typical 50 year old men with a grumpy grin just wanting to get it over with so he can get his pay.

Hearing his footsteps come closer and papers flicking, my heart sank at what walked passed me and sat at the other side of the massive desk.

There sat a beautiful young man with golden brown curls in a black suit with his sleeves rolled up showing some beautiful ink. His jaw was sharp and had the perfect set of pink lips that could tempt a nun.

I sat there and watched him in awe as he read from a white folder that had my name. Not a single word or glance from him as his head was stuck into that folder, reading whatever was so important.

"So Octavia Davis, what a very beautiful and unique name! How old are you?" He asked with a strong British accent lingering in his voice. He hasn't looked up once, which started to annoy me. I hate having to talk to people when they're not looking it makes them seem like they're annoyed.

"I am 17" I say quietly trying to soak in how much the room echoes and makes me feel so small.

Harry's P.O.V

Another stressed mom worried about her teen going through depression, but honestly it's just phases. I quickly read through her folder, looking at her past and present history also blood results etc and things that might have occurred in her life to trigger such things.

"Only 17! that's young" I said as I slowly look up from the paper to see a petite young girl with strawberry blond hair sitting in front of me with an annoyed look on her face. Big blue eyes with furrowed eyebrows and heart shaped lips starring at me.

"What about you if you don't mind me asking?" She says with a snappy tone in her voice. I softly toss the folder onto my desk and lean back in my seat as I cross my arms and stare at her.

"I'm 25. Turning 26 in a few months." I say as I watch her lips turn into a soft smile.

"Only 25! You could pass as my dad." She said mocking me as she leaned back and smiled at me.

"So tell me Octavia, why do you think you're here?" I say as I reached over grabbing my glass cup filled with water and taking a sip as she looked around the room.

"My mom thinks I have daddy issues" she says with a playful smile shyly making its appearance as she lands her eyes on me.

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Sooooo this is a new book that I was extremely excited to write. I got this idea from the girl on the train!! Such a good movie and book omg!!

And about Harry's office think of it like Christian greys office.

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