Nightingale |Larry Stylinson|

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A/n: short chapters, fast updates because I'll mostly be writing on my phone. On that note, sorry for any mistakes. Phones are difficult to write on. It's also in third person.

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Harry walked into his therapists office at 6pm on the dot. The receptionist gave him his usual greeting and his heart raced as he managed to say a "h-hello" like he has many times before. He signed in, palms sweaty as he thought about his small social interaction with the receptionist, Farrah.

Harry panicked about any social interaction, so it wasn't unusual for him. Just like any other day. Well, he thought it would be like any other day. When he sat down with his therapist she smiled and didn't start the session by asking how he was, like she usually did.

It's okay, it's cool. It's just a little change, Harry thought.

Instead, she laid some news down on Harry.

"Hello Harry, I have some news for you today." She said.

Harry nodded and picked at his nails.

"So, there's a project being run by the government at the moment. They're randomly selecting people throughout the state of California that attend therapy sessions to participate. They've built kind of a hotel for people with mental disorders to see how they interact with people like themselves. There's wings, you see, one for depression and anxiety, another for schizophrenia, most mental illnesses. You've been asked to participate in it. If you choose to participate, you will stay in a room, similar to a hotel room, with a roommate for three months. You'll be fed, cared for, and attend therapy lessons. You won't be allowed to leave during these three months, but don't worry. It's not exactly an asylum. There's game rooms, a library, and lounges. So what do you say, yes or no?"

Harry looked at her and thought it over. He lived in a small apartment by himself and feared going out because that meant social interaction. He had no family or friends, so it actually sounded kind of nice. Except...

"What do I get out of it?" Harry asked, looking at the ground.

"Harry, look at my face. We talked about this." She said, worried about his confidence.

Harry looked at her briefly and she sighed, not asking again.

"Well, you'll be paid two thousand dollars for participating." She said.

"Yes." Harry said, "I'll do it."

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Louis packed his skinny jeans and sweatpants last, shoving everything into the suitcase. He was participating in a government project. Only because he trusted his therapist and she recommended that he do it because interacting with someone other than Niall would be a good idea if he didn't want to be so lonely and depressed.

It didn't sound too bad either, maybe getting away from his dark apartment would be good for him. He thought of it like a mini vacation.

When he told Niall he'd be gone for three months, Niall said something about Louis missing out on his introduction to fame. That made Louis shove Niall and jokingly call him a hopeless wanker, and that's when they both realized they'd miss each other during those 90 days. Louis promised he'd call, then like that he was waiting at the train station, on his way to Oregon.

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A/N: I told you chapters were short. Please vote and comment, though i doubt anyone will read this. Thanks.

-Rachel