Mirage || Zarry

Chapter 3.

Harry walked into the hospital with dan on his tail. he hates this place, they tried to hard to make it kid friendly and Harry hated that, hated that every time the girl at the front saw him she would put on a smile like her day wasn't going bad and Harry didn't like that.

He wanted everyone to show how they really felt, if they are mad then they should have the right to be. no in betweens so that everyone wasn't so complicated and Harry could understand, but no.

He walked into the place and the lady smiled, her white teeth stained with red lipstick and Harry smiled back. He didn't want to be here, if Louis was here then he shouldn't be here either.

After waiting what felt like hours Harry started to get angry.

"Let's leave" Harry said to his father who had his hands folded on his lap and his eyes closed

"We can't harry" Harry huffed and started swinging his feet. He was tired and his tummy hurt he wanted to go back home.

"Harry?" A man called and Harry looked up. He's never heard his name come out of someone's mouth like that. It was smooth and silky and heavenly it was slow but heavy and Harry wanted to hear it in different languages.

"Harry?" The name said again. When Harry stood up the man smiled and waved

"You must be Harry?" He gave a smile and Harry nodded

"Right this way love" the name said and Harry smiled. He followed the the man to a big room. It had a couch and a seining chair and a normal chair and ....just a lot of different chairs. Louis office never had chairs or couches, only one small chair and a swirly one that he sat in all the time.

"Take a seat anywhere you'd like" the guy smiled. Harry sat on the couch and looked around. There wasn't much in the room and it didn't have much color to it. It looked sad to Harry, he thought it needed more color.

"You can take your shoes off if you'd like" the guy smiled and Harry just looked at him as he took off his fancy dress shoes.

"My names Zayn and I know your name"

"Yea" Harry said faintly

"so is there anything you'd like to say before we start?" Harry said no

"Okay well I'm going to ask you some questions and you don't have to answer anything you don't want to okay" Harry nodded

"Good good, okay so first question, do you know why your here?"

" people think I'm crazy" he said bluntly

"I don't think your crazy, I just think that you need someone to talk to is all" Zayn smiled. This guy didn't seem phony but he also was to happy for Harry's liking

"I am crazy, when I was smaller I use to look out the window and wish that people would fall as they walk down the sidewalk"

"Oh okay why did you think that?"

"I don't know" Harry looked around the room again getting bored with this, he already explained his to Louis once and he didn't want to have to say it again. He didn't want to be put in the small white room while he was tied up as everyone watched him just scream and cry for help because they wee hurting him

"Okay well just going to ask some questions okay?"

"Okay"

"When did all of this start"

"I was little"

"Do you remember how old?"

"No"

"Okay, have you ever been in situations that it didn't make you feel safe?"

"Yes" Harry thought to himself about all the things they did to him. Everything they out him through. He started to get mad thinking about it. Why did they hurt him? He didn't do anything wrong! He was just a kid and he didn't know any better

"Has anyone touched you in a bad way Harry?" Zayn asked. Harry looked at him and frowned. Zayn didn't have a note book like Louis, why? Why didn't he write everything down? Did he not care like Louis? Maybe he didn't want to remember everything Harry told him because Harry sure wishes he could forget.

"What do you mean bad way?"

"Like has anyone touch you in your private parts?"

"Private-?" Harry was confused he didn't get what he was talking about. Zayn pointed to his lower body as his bum and Harry understood now

"Oh yea all the time" Harry said happily, he didn't get that it was bad for others to touch his private parts but Harry didn't mind because he liked it. Sometimes he's do it to himself. Sometimes he would touch his lower body and he would lick the substance that came out, it tasted weird but he didn't mind it much.

"Who did it to you Harry?" He sarted to get mad again. He didn't like talking about it. It was only for him to know he didn't want to tell anybody what he did and no one should he able to find out

"I don't want to talk about this anymore" he rubbed his eyes, his tummy was hurting and he didn't want to be here anymore, wanted to disappear.

"Okay we don't have to talk about it anymore" Zayn smiled and it mad Harry's tummy hurt, not in a bad way but a good way.

"How was your day?"

"It was okay, my tummy hurts" he rubbed it

"Oh I'm sorry about that I hate stomach aches they hurt really bad" Harry nodded

"I see you have a scratch next to your eye, how did you get it?" Zayn asked and Harry started to get sad thinking about this morning and how his mommy made him go to school with his bad tummy ache

"I want to go home" he said in a rush

"Okay I think we had enough for today" Zayn smiled

"Can I go home now?"

"Course" Zayn extended his had and Harry ignored it running out to his dad and frowned.

He misses Louis and he doesn't want to talk to Zayn anymore.

---------------------

This sucked I know I'm really sorry. Happy late Mother's Day I wanted to update yesterday but I didn't so I'm sorry :///

I don't know I haven't really been into writing lately, maybe it's the lack of people but idk!!! Hopefully I get on track so the context will be better by like a lot!!!

But bye cupcakes!!