Aftermath // h.s

Chapter 10

"I'm right here," he murmured, holding onto your hand tightly as the two of you walked towards the office of the therapist.

You nodded your head slightly, side glancing at him and clearing your throat. Your mouth felt so dry, and your stomach was twisting in knots. You were worried about how this all would go, and what the therapist was going to make you do.

Staying quiet, you held onto Harry's arm as he checked you in for your appointment. You were scared.

"(Y/N)?" your name was called about ten minutes later, an older woman being the source.

You looked up and felt your stomach and grip tighten. All you wanted to do was stand up and leave. Make it all go away. All of it. But you stood up, as did Harry, and you both started heading towards her.

"I'd like to talk to you alone first darling," she said softly.

"I want him there," you stated firmly.

She gave you a small smile. "How about we just get to know each other first, and then he can come in okay?"

You kept your eyes on her, but Harry made the first move, detaching himself from you. "It'll be okay... I'll be right here..."

"Harry..." you spoke hesitantly.

"Just a couple minutes," she said.

You swallowed thickly and glanced at her for a moment before starting to walk towards her, looking back at Harry. Why was she making you go alone? Why couldn't he have come with you? What was she going to do?

As she led you to her office, you kept your eyes straight. She walked in first, allowing you to take your time getting in. It was a nicer office. She had a couple plants, and there was a big window on the opposite side. The chair there for you looked fairly comfortable, and a full box of Kleenex sat on the table adjacent.

"Whenever you're ready..."

You felt like you wanted to be sick, but regardless, you went and sat in the chair, keeping your gaze away from her.

"Can you tell me your name?"

"You already know it..."

"Okay... what do you do? Do you go to school?"

"Mhm..."

"What do you study?"

"Business..."

"And are you liking it?"

"Yeah, it's okay..."

"What do you want to do when you're done with school?"

"Dunno."

"Do you work?"

"Yup."

"Where do you work?"

You shrugged.

"Alright (Y/N)..." she jotted some things down. "Have you ever had issues with mental health before?"

"No."

"Have you ever been to a therapist before?"

"No."

"Alright... so you have nothing diagnosed that I should know about? No medications?"

"Nope."

She sighed quietly, keeping her eyes on you. "Okay... how about we get Harry in here now?"

"Yes please."

She stood up and opened the door to head out and grab your boyfriend, who was waiting anxiously in the waiting room. When he was brought back to you, he took a seat next to you and held his hand out, letting you latch on right away.

"You got to know each other pretty quick," he said lightly, trying to lighten the mood a bit.

"We did," she nodded slightly.

You stayed quiet. You weren't in the mood for this anymore. Silence was your coping mechanism.