Aftermath // h.s

Chapter 9

One more week to go. Until the day that ate away at your mind would come, and then, only then could you only hope that it would be all over. All you could really bring yourself to do was eat, shower and sleep. All Harry could really bring himself to do was watch.

He was trying to be there for you, as much as he possibly could, but it was hard when you barely spoke a word to him. He had reached out to your doctor, practically pleading for any help she could give in finding a therapist for you. Harry knew that going behind your back and doing that had the possibility of being lashed out against, but he was at a hopeless end.

He had the number, all he needed to do was call.

"Hello uhm.. my name is Harry, and I was wondering if I would be able to make an appointment for someone else..? ..... it's my girlfriend yeah.... She uhm, just went through something and she's been.... Yeah exactly.... Tuesday? Yeah, yeah definitely... one o'clock? Yeah we can come early to fill in the paperwork and stuff... yeah... okay... thank you so much..."

He hung up the phone. All it took was five minutes and he had it set up for you. His eyes shifted towards the stairs. He had to tell you what was going on. Not ask.

As he got up, he worked on wording in his head, knowing that he had to be firm, but not cruel, in telling you that you would be going to a psychiatric appointment in two days. He peered into the bedroom, the door just slightly opened so he could check in whenever he walked by.

It was 11:30 in the morning, so you were still asleep. He stepped in quietly, and came over to your side of the bed. Before reaching out to wake you, he took a moment, observing you in the only peaceful state you had at the moment.

Quietly, he put his hand on your arm and shook you gently, his teeth sinking into his bottom lip. The last thing he wanted was for you to get upset and angry again. Frankly, he didn't think you had the energy for that anymore.

You shifted and his eyes locked back onto you. One of your hands came up and rested over his that was now still on your shoulder. Harry turned his hand so he could hold yours, giving you a reassuring squeeze.

"Remember we had talked about going to a therapist darling?" he asked ever so softly, sitting himself on the bed next to you. He didn't get an immediate response.

"Yeah..." you finally said, keeping your eyes closed.

"I made you an appointment... for Tuesday."

Again, you didn't respond for a good while, and Harry got nervous that he had made a mistake. But when you nodded your head slightly and tightened your grip around his hand, he relaxed.

"Okay..." you spoke softly. "You'll be with me?"

Harry smiled slightly, brushing his thumb over your knuckles. "Every step..."