Therapy (Harry Styles)

Chapter 2 - Sutton

Sutton Fossett sat in the corner of the therapist's office. She had never been here before, and only came after the loss of her brother. Her parents frowned upon this idea. They didn't believe in therapists, or at least ones that worked in a Private Practice. If anyone ever needed a therapist, (which they didn't have any reason to believe anyone would) they'd hire one to meet them at their own mansion by the lake. But, Sutton was never one to follow her parent's wishes. Her foot tapped against the black and white checkered tile as her brown eyes scanned the small, stuffy office. It landed on a few people before, observing them slowly before averting back to the magazine in her hands. She was reading some article about mental illness and what to do, and not to do when coming across someone with such issues when the door squeaked open and distracted her from small text once again. 

Her small, perfectly shaped eyebrows slowly started to knit together as she observed the boy who opened the door. He was tall, slim, with a lot of hair and eyes that looked dark and baggy, almost like he hadn't slept in weeks. Something about him intrigued Sutton, and her gaze instinctively followed him to the front door of the office, carefully watching as turned the small silver knob, a tissue outstretched across his hand and disappeared out the door and down the sidewalk. Sutton blinked slowly, wondering what made him so intriguing to her and why he had to be so cautious when leaving. It was just a door handle? But, she shrugged it off and went back to her article.

"Sutton?" A raspy voice called out, and Sutton's gaze lifted once more to catch eye of Dr.Ellison, the therapist. She nodded and quickly stood up, disgarding the Reader's Digest onto the chair she was previously sitting in. "How are you?" He asked her as she made her way into the back part of the office and followed Dr.Ellison to the small room."I-Uh, I'm okay." she gave him a small smile a reassuring nod as she sat on the edge of the chair in the room.

"Feel free to get comfortable." He told her, motioning for Sutton to lay back on the cool black leather seat.

"Oh, okay." She nodded, laying back and placing both of her hands just over her belly button. She suddenly felt extremely uncomfortable and felt as though she should have taken her parent's suggestion and seen a private counselor after all. 

Dr.Ellison gave Sutton a small smile as he pulled some cards from behind his back. "Now for some routine testing." He mumbled, as he showed her each of the ink blotches and asked her what came to mind. It was always things like, Bird, butterfly, cat. After about ten of these, he discarded the cards back onto his clipboard and folded his hands, leaning forward a bit towards Sutton. "So, Miss.Fossett, what seems to be the problem?"