kaitlynn rose // h.s

team

from: Harry 7:06pm

Kait I'm bored do you wanna come over?

to: Harry 7:06pm

in bed already.

from: Harry 7:07pm

It's only seven. Are you alright? Why are you in bed already?

7:12pm

Babe?

to: Harry 7:15pm

I'm alright, promise.

from: Harry 7:19pm

I love you but I fucking hate when you do this half ass answering thing. What's up? Call me?

7:24pm

Fine, leave me on read. Be there in a few.

I stare at my phone, not having the energy to reply back. He was here much too quickly, which probably meant he took every backroad he could so he could speed the whole way here. The door was unlocked, so he welcomed himself in.

"Kaitlynn," he mumbles, lying down in my small bed with me. His eyebrows are furrowed with concern and he looks at me with a frown. "What's going on?"

"M'fine," I reply quietly. "I just don't feel well. You didn't have to come all this way."

"You should have just told me you weren't feeling well," he pouts. He kisses my cheek and wraps an arm around my waist. "Would've come over to take care of you."

"I'm not sick," I mumble. "Different type of not feeling well."

"What do you mean, love?"

"I'm on some new medication," I mutter. "It can cause insomnia, so I didn't sleep well last night... the last few nights, actually. Kinda adjusting still. Really tired. Doctor said this might happen for the first few uses."

He sits up and looks at me with concern. "New medication? What kind of medication?"

I tug on his arm to tell him to lay back down but he doesn't budge. I pout and settle with holding his hand. "Anxiety medication. Lay back down, it's not that big of a deal."

"Kaitlynn, you didn't even tell me you were going to the doctor for that, let alone taking a new medication. I didn't know it had gotten bad enough that you felt the need to see a doctor. Why didn't you tell me?"

I sigh and let go of him, curling up to my pillow instead. I wasn't nauseous or anything like that; I was just drowsy. And kind of emotional. So this conversation, one that I wanted to wait until later for, was making tears well up in my eyes.

"Because it's dumb," I whine. "And it's embarrassing."

Harry looks at me for a moment, his bottom lip tugged between his teeth like he didn't know what to say. I didn't expect him to. This is why I don't talk about my anxiety to people.

He lays back down and moves my hair out of my face. "Kaitlynn, baby," he hums. "It's not dumb, and it's nothing to be ashamed about. Lots of people struggle with it. It's not bad that you turned to a professional. Will you tell me next time? When you're going though stuff?"

I sniffle and nod my head. "Yeah, m'sorry."

"Can I ask what it was that made you go to the doctor?" He asks me quietly, running his fingers along my arm in a soothing manner. "You don't have to talk about it if you don't want to though, please know that."