therapy ➳ irwin (on edit)

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The area was quiet and so were we. I walked down the hall, following the my therapist. We were almost at the end of the hall when he abruptly stopped. "Here's your room." He beams. I blinked and nod slowly. He opens the door and walks in, putting my bags at the corner of the bed. "Do you like your room?" He questions. My lips formed a thin line and I looked around. The room was fairly decorated for a girl. I nod and he smiles. "Alright, make yourself at home!" He cheers. "I'll be making some tea for us. Come down later aight?" He smiles. I nod again as I played with my sweater.

He looks young. My age probably, or older by a year or two. And he has a house by himself. With a garage? That's hella rad. I looked around again and picked up my bag, pulling out my stuff one by one. My clothes were the ones that came out first. I hanged them one by one neatly and then folded my pants. I sighed when a red flannel caught my eye. I sighed and smiled at it, remembering the memories within this flannel. Again, I sighed and fiddled with the sleeves of the flannel before hanging it up.

Minutes passed after hanging and folding my clothes. My shoes weren't sent in yet and so were my belonging. They'll probably sent it tomorrow. I got up from the bed and opened the door, revealing a empty hallway filled with photographs and music records. Green Day, Nirvana, Blink-182, Red Hot Chili Peppers, Eagles, The Beatles and a few other old bands. I walked down the hall as my fingers brushed along the things that we're hanging. They were amazing old records and discs that's very vintage. I am really loving it. I stopped at a certain record and smiled. Lana Del Rey. Amazing. I thought and walked down the stairs slowly looking around his house. It was beautifully decorated like a house belonging to someone who really enjoys music a lot. I'm thinking he's a music enthusiast. Like me.

"Hey!" A voice startled me as I missed a step and almost fell. I shut my eyes but was lucky to hit something hard and squishy? Is that appropriate to even describe his biceps. Oh god, how pathetic could I get? I silently thought as I stood back up in my two feet to see Ashton smiling at me.

"You okay?" He asks and I nod. He giggles. A thing I've never ever heard from a guy. Not even at the asylum. "I was about to call you, but I saw you going down." He says and I smiled. "My friends um, are downstairs." He smiles. "I have practice after this, and um, I wanna introduce you to them." He beams. I bit my lip and looked at Ashton. I nod slowly and he cheered. His hands reached for mine and he intertwined my fingers and his together. A chill went down my spine before I felt butterflies in my stomach. My eyes widened. Holy Shit. This is the most weirdest feeling I have ever had. Ashton pulled my hand and I looked up to see him smiling at me, "you know, if you don't want to, it's okay." He smiles. I bit my lip.

"Uh." I started. "Uh, um, it's okay. I guess?" I stuttered. He smiles and pulls me down. Almost making me fall again. I rolled my eyes and followed along as we walked down the stairs and towards his kitchen that was way bigger then my cell. My jaw dropped as I looked at the interior. I looked around the kitchen admiring the beauty of it. I looked around to see the food that were stocked. A photo of Ashton and lady. Must be his mum. The words 'Ashton's Kitchen' was neatly written on a black board. Below the words were a list of ingredients. Probably for him to either cook or buy. But, that's none of my business.

A tap was on my shoulder before my eyes met brown ones again. I looked at him and my lips quickly formed to a thin line. "Yeah?" I answered and placed my hands on my mouth. My eyes widened and I bit my lip, my hand slowly going down to my sides. He chuckles and looked over to where a moment ago were empty bar stools, but now was almost full due to three boys.

"Um, these are my friends." He smiled. I looked at the three and bit my lip, waving lightly. The three seemed nice as they waved back.

"What's your name?" Asked the tanned, raven headed one with blonde streaks. I gulped and pointed a finger to myself. He smiles and I nod.

"I'm Brooke." I mutter, my lips soon formed into a thin line as he nods.

"That's a beautiful name y'know." He smiles.

I blushed. "Thank you." I reply. He nods and I looked at Ashton to notice him staring at me. I waved my hand and he blinked, zoning out from his La La Land.

"Oh, um, she's the girl I've been telling you guys about." Ashton smiles and I raised a brow. Interesting. He's been talking about me when I haven't even seen him yet. "Her name is Brooke Wilde." He says as he looks at me.

"I like your hair!" The boy with the red hair said. I smiled.

"Well thank you, but personally, I like yours better." I complimented. The boy smiles.

"Awesome, I'm Michael." He says as he hand his hand above his head. Probably expecting a high-five. I smiled and walked a few steps, making sure I have my distance before high-fiving him.

"Oh before I forget, I'm Calum." Smiles the tanned raven headed boy. I smiled. "And um, the one next to me is Lucas." Laughed Calum. The blonde headed boy whose been resting his head on the table the whole time finally raised his head to roll his eyes.

"I'm Luke." He says before his eyes widened looking at me.

"Luke Hemmings?" I blurted out. He looks at me and nod.

"Brooklyn Wilde." He says before a smirk appears.

Well shit.

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Hi guys. I haven't been updating for a long time because my twin, Riley passed away after finding out she had brain cancer. Um, to those out there who reads 'the fallen-Clifford', she wanna thank y'all for being supportive. If you don't know, her wattpad account is @-calum5sos. I haven't been updating on my personal @-niallofficial too. So yeah. Hope y'all have a great day. Thanks for reading. This book is under edit. So if you were to read on, it has no connection to this chapter. So yeah. Love you guys. X