addicts [h.s]

//two//

[ a/n; I'm going go try updating everyday, sorry if I dont! ]

The girl next to me goes next, her voice soft. "I'm jenna walsh, im 15 and im an anorexic, "

I can tell by her petite body that she was sick. Now that I'm thinking about it, her voice isn't soft, it's weak.

"well, goodluck and I hope everything gets better," Tom says sympathetically.

A few other people go, though I start to daze out. I remember when I first came in here, I thought Tom was full of shit, I still do, but he's slowly growing on me. he does care, obviously. I've been in a rehab before and my group leader was a douche. when we'd tell him our problem he'd tell us how pathetic we are and that we need to suck it up.

My roommate also, was crazy. literally. every now and then the nurses would have to strap her to her bed in order to give her, her pills.

"Emerson," Vicky's voice pulls me back to reality. "Are you ready?"

"ready for what?" I furrow my brows, looking around the circle. everyone is gone.

"to go back to your room," she says, standing up straight.

I nod, standing up from my chair. I follow her back to my room, being startled by someone else already in there.

Harry.

"what are you doing here, sir?" Vicky asks, shocked.

"unpacking?'' he raises an eyebrow at her, chuckling.

"obviously, but why? you can't be in here," she states.

boys and girls don't usually room together.

"well, that's not my problem," he shrugs, shoving clothes in my dresser.

"that's mine, yours is that one," I point to the dresser closest to his bed. why he couldn't tell that would obviously be his, I don't know.

"sorry, love," he says, though he doesn't remove his close.

"who told you to come in here?" she asks, crossing her arms.

"my father," he walks back to his bed, removing more things from his bag.

"well your father isn't in charge." Vicky laughs, obviously amused.

"not to be rude, miss. but, actually he is," He looks at Vicky and I.

"what?"

"Mr. Styles is your dad?" I ask, though it all makes sense. He said his name is Harry Styles. I should have known.

He nods and Vicky huffs, looking at me. "be careful, okay?" she whispers, but Harry hears her causing him to laugh.

I roll my eyes before nodding. "I will,"

"good, ill be back later," she hugs me, before leaving.

"just wondering, is it normal to be that close to your nurse?" He asks as I walk over to my bed.

"I don't know," I mutter, grabbing a magazine, flipping to my previous page.

"I don't think it is, love," he chuckles.

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so sorry this is short and sucks, it gets better I swear.