Therapy ● l.h.

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{ I'm from America just keep that in mind. I will try my hardest though to not to make Luke talk very stereotypical. }

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She picked at her blue nail polish, until it was no more, sighing because now she had nothing to do to get rid of her nerves. She turned the radio up in hopes she could calm herself down. She tugged on James' necklace, forgetting it was there(because she always wears it). Placing it back behind her shirt as she squeezed her eyes shut, taking a deep breath.

"Honey, it's gonna be fine," Her mother stated, in hopes to do some justice to her annoying (as her daughter explained, to her many of times before) nerves. Autumn glanced towards her mother's direction, only to simply nod and turn her attention back to the window.

Autumn clasped her hands together, unclasped them, and repeated. Trying to do atleast something to occupy her time, because the radio had now turned to a sappy love song and it was more than un-entertaining to her, in a painful way. Almost like it hurt to listen to it.

Autumn leaned her head against the window glass, closing her eyes. She was finally relaxing, until her mom went over a bump, making her bang her head onto the side of the window.

"Shit!" Autumn yelled as she rubbed her throbbing forehead. 

"Sorry," her mom spoke with little care. She took a glance at her mom, getting out of the car, seeing as they were here. She threw a "whatever" at her, heading to the entrance. She opened the doors, holding it open for her (barely).

Making their way to the front desk, they were handed some paperwork to fill out. Huffing, Autumn grabbed a pen and started on the filling in the information. She finished and gave the lady up front back the paperwork. 

It felt like forever until they finally called her in. She followed the woman dressed in awfully bright colors to be dressed in, considering where she works.  Autumn glanced down at her long black coat, black skinny jeans and navy blue and white tie-die shirt and then glanced back at the women in-front of her.

"Here you go, love. Mrs. Smith is waiting," Ignoring her, Autumn made her way to room 3B, looking at the fancy writing with Cathy Smith engraved on it. She blew out a puff of air in an attempt to blow ramdon strands of her hair out of her face. Failing she tucked the the dark chocolate colored hair behind her ear, making her way inside.

"Autumn. It is so lovely to meet you," The woman began. Shuffling on her feet, Autumn took a seat on the couch. "Would you like water?" The woman smiled. She nodded her head, and the woman retrieved a water for her. Opening the cap she sipped the water from the bottle.  

"So, Autumn, explain a little to me on why you came to see me this lovely evening?" 

'Lovely evening my ass' she thought in her head. "Well, you work with kids that are depressed and kids that are grieving of a loss and my mother thinks I'm depressed, so why not take me to some woman because my own mother can't deal with the fact that I may be hurting, whether she likes it or not," I retorted.  After that little outburst the only thing Autumn thought to herself the whole time was 'How much longer?'

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He felt so vulnerable, going to therapy. He had kicked his feet up on the dash, ignoring Ash's glaring and remarks ( "You're gonna break it." or "Get your filthy ass feet off my dash."). To get rid of the problem Luke simply plugged his headphones in, flipping Ash off. Luke clicked shuffle, drowning himself in some ATL and Blink 182, just what he needed. He closed his eyes, telling himself to relax.

"Luke, wake up!" He heard.

"Get your bloody ass up!" He heard Michael yell at him. Opening one eye, Luke saw Ash, Michael and Calum all around him. A breeze hit Luke and he shivered realizing the door had been opened and he must had fallen asleep. "Finally," He heard one of them remark. 

Yawning Luke stretched his long arms, grabbing his coat to bring him the much needed warmth. The lads had already began heading to the door so he slammed the door shut, only to remember he needed his (actually Calum's) beanie. Opening the door he quickly snatched his favorite black beanie, which happened to match his black ripped skinny jeans and band-tee.

Luke scrunched his nose as the cold wind nipped at the pale skin on his face. Luke kicked a lonely rock on the ground towards some other rocks. He looked up only to be a few seconds to late. A girl, a really pretty- shit he meant hot girl, came rushing out the door, clipping Luke's side as she ran, with tear stained cheeks. She didn't even muster a small apology like Luke had, she just ran to a black car. She had one fist closed like she was holding the world in that hand while the other one grabbed the door handle, carelessly.  

A woman later on came out running after the girl, who Luke assumed was her daughter. He felt like it all happened in a milisecond. The car pulled out of the parking lot, but Luke spotted something, gleaming. 

He jogged over to it and picked it up. Examining it, he became fascinated;

Evans,

James M

123-45-6789 

O POS 

No pref.

He slid his callused thumb against the worn out medal. He flipped it, to see 1993 - 2013 engraved on it. His heart ached at the sight of the short life this young man lived serving, he assumed. He didn't want to leave this on the ground, so he slipped it over his head, tucking it under his shirt. He told himself if he every sees that girl again, he would give it back.

"Like I'm gonna see her again," Luke muttered kinda starting to feel like this was some scene from that Cinderella movie, now all he has to do is find his Cinderella. He laughed out loud for a second. Thinking about how absurd that is.

"Luke!" Ash yelled, with his head peaking out the door.

"Coming," Luke hollered, snapping out of those weird thoughts. Ash nodded and returned back inside. Luke rushed inside, to see all the paper work had been filled out for him by his mates. 

"Luke, follow me, sweetie," The lady cooed as if he was a little boy, even though he was almost twice her size. He glanced at her wondering why the bloody hell she would dress like she's visiting The Wiggles or some upbeat place. She sits all day in a room where all types of 'broken' and 'damanged' kids come in. Lucky me, I'm one of the many kids with issues.

The lady led him to the door. "3B." He muttered, taking a deep breath before walking inside to be greeted by Mrs. Shit or whatever her name was. Running a hand through his hair, he was careful to not mess it up. Now all he could think about was 'How long till it's over?'

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A/N: If this gets enough reads and votes, I'll update really soon.

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