When tragedy strikes and Harry's world destroyed in a single night he finds himself in a downward spiral of substance abuse. After years of struggling, his family finally convinces him to seek help.
While on his road to recovery he meets Imog...
"How do you feel about Taylor now Mr. Styles?" Dr Horan asks.
"I don't." I state coldly.
"Why is that?" She asks curiously.
"Because after Louis paid her off so that the rumors and reports were dropped she got mixed up with the wrong people and ended up dead."
"And how do you feel about that?" Dr Horan questions.
"I don't know, jealous? She's at peace when she didn't deserve to be while I'm still here living in hell." I pause pensively. "At the same time I'm glad I never have to see her again."
"Do you blame her for Carolina's passing?"
"Of course I fucking do, if she hadn't of kissed me Carolina wouldn't of died." I snap.
"Mr Styles-"
"Please call me Harry, I feel like you're trying to talk to my father." I grunted.
"Ok then. Harry I've looked through Carolina's medical records, she was suffering from hemophilia that had gone undiagnosed for who knows how long. It's likely she would of died during childbirth as her doctors were unaware." Dr Horan explains, I realize that I haven't opened my eyes. I didn't even know who I was even talking to.
Sighing I sit up before swinging my legs around, rest my elbows on my knees and push my now shoulder length hair back out of my face. I look everywhere but my psychologist, unprepared for the older woman with a hard stare that probably sat before me. Finally my eyes met a pair of pale blues as I look in shock.
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"Harry? Mr Styles?" I could hear her call as her lips moved but it wasn't registering that the voice was actually her. She was stunning, an unconventional beauty if you will. She had barely a stitch of makeup on but looked like some type of supermodel. "Harry." Her voice rings through again pleadingly.
"Yes sorry, just didn't expect you to be so-"
Beautiful.
"Young? I get that a lot, You see in Ireland you graduate at 16 so I got a head start I guess." She explains as her slight Irish accent was still prevalent.
"I see."
"I think that's enough for now Harry, but please know that I am available at anytime. This program is very different, I live on site from Monday afternoon to Thursday morning but I always have my phone on me so please if you need anything let me know." She informs me with a warm smile as she hands me her business card before gathering her things. Dr Horan heads for the door before looking back. Her eyes linger on mine and I feel absolutely speechless, it was as if she was looking for something or recognized me. "Have a good night Mr Styles." She suggested quickly before leaving the room.
Holy shit, what the fuck was that?
My thoughts were interrupted as all three of my parents along with Gemma and Liam poured into my room.
"What do you guys want? Did you make another decision about MY life?" I quipped.
"Harry it isn't like that." My father was the first to speak up. "We want you to WANT to get better."
"Why though? There's nothing left for me."
"There's us." My mom answered sadly as Gemma walked over to me, she knelt down in front of me and placed her hands on my knees.
"Harry please, Liam and I want you to be around for your nephew." Gemma pleads with her large brown eyes.
"Nephew? you're preg-" I couldn't bring myself to finish the sentence.
"Yes, but don't you worry. I've had so many tests done, I am completely healthy as is the baby. Nothing will happen to us Harry." Gemma reassures me.
It was right there, right then that I decided I needed to get better. If not for me, for Gemma.
