Zayn's POV
After that very interesting talk with my mother, I decided to check out 'Lastin's Therapy'. Maybe it'll help me. Weird to say that, considering I don't really pay attention to teachers let alone the Headmaster.
I decided to skip the rest of the day. I mean, I'm only missing Calculus. And Gym, and English, and Math. I'm so screwed.
I was going to take the bus, but I realized I didn't have money. So, I just walked. I knew the streets here in London. And easily I found my way, after asking people for directions, and nearly getting beaten by a hobo with a shoe. That was easy. Note the sarcasm.
As I stepped in, a girl turned around and looked at me.
"Ariana?"
"Zayn?"
"What are you doing here?" I asked.
"Uhh... Mr. Gurkin recommended me to come here. What about you?"
"Headmaster recommended me to come here."
It was quiet for a while.
"So...." I said, trying to break the silence.
"Umm... Miss?"
"Yes?" Ariana turned away from me.
"Your sign up sheet."
"Oh thank you." She grabbed the clip board and sat in the waiting area.
"Next!" The front desk lady said.
"How may I help you?"
"Oh, I need a sign up sheet too."
She left and came bak with another clipboard.
"Thanks."
I went into the waiting area and sat next to Ariana.
"Why are you here?" She asked.
"I have anger issues."
"You?"
She didn't reply. She just kept staring at me.
"Ariana?" I waved my hand in her face.
"Huh? Oh, sorry."
"You didn't answer my question."
"Huh?"
"Why are you here?"
"Uhh... same."
I already knew she was lying.
"Ariana are you lying to me?"
She nodded. I was surprised by how she gave up so quickly.
"Why are you really here then?"
"Depression"
"How did you come here for depression? You're like the most happiest person I've ever seen!"
"Not anymore."
"What do you mean?"
She didn't reply. Her eyes started to glisten. And I did one thing that someone needed if they were feeling down. A hug.
I pulled her into my lap, as she was sobbing into my chest. I rubbed small circles into her back, trying to sooth her. And to my suprise it worked. Her sobs turned into sniffles.
When she finished crying I had an absolutely amazing idea.
"Hey why don't we just get out of here and have our own little therapy session at Starbucks?"
She smiled and nodded her head.
"Let me just call my mom."
I nodded and waited for her at the door.
"Let's go!"
We both smiled and I took held of her hand.
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QOTC: Curly or straight hair?
AOTC: Curly:p
