Angel (H.S AU)

Chapter Ten

I stumble down the steps outside Harry room, and trip on almost all of them. Harrys word are ringing through my head, and the tears are streaming down my cheeks. I can feel my heart beating against my chest, either from fear, or heart break. I don't know which one, but it hurts. I try to avoid seeing his mother again, but just my luck, she sees me on my way out.

"Oh honey, what happened?" She asks. I quickly wipe the tears from my cheeks as she comes over to me, arms strecthed out. I don't know why she is hugging me, I don't even know her. Then again, I could use a hug. I look up the stairs towards Harry's door, and I see that it is open slightly. He is looking down at us, and the look in his eyes is either pure anger or pure sorrow. 

"Do you want to talk about it?" Mrs Styles ask me. I shake my head. I don't think it's appropriate to talk to her about this, and it would just be weird anyway. "It's fine. I have to get back to work." She nods and gives me a sympathetic smile which I try to return, but I'm just not feeling it. "Goodbye." I say.

I quickly walk to my car, and as soon as I get in, the tears return. I look at myself in the mirror, sighing. My makeup is a mess and my eyes are red, and I have to go back to work. Wonderful. I shouldn't have even come here in the first place. Well, I guess it was good to come, but I just wish Harry wouldn't be so horrible, even if it isn't his own fault. 

I arrive back at the clinic and fix my make up slightly, and head in. It's not like I have any patient to see anymore so I shouldn't be so worried about looking okay. "Hey Nat." I walk past her desk, not particularly wanting tto talk right now. I don't feel like reliving the event of the past hour.

She chases after me and stops me before I head down the hall to my office. "Wait, how did it go?" I sigh, "Terrible. I don't want to talk about it." She frowns, "Please tell me." She's getting on my nerves slightly, but I guess it's not her fault. I'm just not in the mood. 

"Natalie, not now." I say sternly. "Fine." She walks back to her desk, and I can tell she's annoyed at me.

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When I get to my office there is a new patient file sitting on my desk, with a note from Stacey.

*Hey Alexa, here is your new patient file. Sorry it is so sudden, no one else could fill the position. Hope you understand.*

I sigh, and open the file. Girl named Taylor, sixteen years old, anorexia. This scares me, so much, because I see so many girls in the modelling industry, around the age of this girl, and anorexia has ruined them. People say a lot of models are anorexic or have some form of eating disorder, but I never experienced anything like that, though I've seen the effects it has on people, and it is horrifying. I read through more of her file, she seems pretty normal, I guess. She grew up in this town, has two brothers and attended school up until last year. The file goes on to say how she changed, and who she has now become due to her illness, but that annoys me, because an illness does not define her, she is more than her eating disorder. 

I close the file, and decide to go and see her. She is a new patient, so she is now in Harry's room, which is a little hard for me. I don't want to go back there and have to think about the memories that the room holds. As I walk past Natalies desk, I smile, but she looks away, obviously still annoyed with me. 

Meeting a new patient is the last thing I want to do right now. I want to push this door open and see Harry, and he could yell and scream at me all he wants, I wouldn't care. That's the thing about Harry, even though he hurt me, humiliated me and was so horrible to me, I know that deep down he hated the way he was acting. 

When I enter the room, there is a blonde girl sitting on Harry's couch, not doing much, just staring at nothing. "Hi, I'm Alexa." She looks up at me and smiles slightly. "Hello." She says softly. Well she seems a lot calmer than Harry, which is okay, but once again I wouldn't mind Harry's voilence if it meant I could have him back.

I sit down on the couch next to her, "How are you?" I ask. She shrugs, "I'm okay. There's not much to do here." She laughs, "But that's okay."

"Do you like reading?" I ask her.

She nods, "Yeah, but I didn't bring any books."

"I'll bring something in for you tomorrow." 

She nods, "Thankyou." We sit in silence for a few minutes. I'm not really sure what to say. "So.. are you going to like watch me eat, and make sure that I am eating?" She asks. She doesn't seem angry, more just disappointed or something like that. 

I hate the reality of this job, which is just as she described it. My job with her, is to make sure she eats, and something about that makes me incredibly sad. Why do people have to go through this kind of thing? She is so beautiful, and it's so sad to know that she sees herself as something that isn't. "Yeah. Sorry." I could've sugar coated things, and made it not seem so bad, but that's not realistic. 

"Who was your last patient?" She asks me. I sigh, "Um, a boy. He had depression." I want to tell her more, I want to talk about how I feel with her, because I honestly feel like she would not judge me but would instead just listen. But I don't, because I don't know what I feel like saying about Harry.

"Oh. Where is he now?" She asks. "He went home on the weekend." I tell her.

"Did you like him?" 

"Yes. Many people didn't, but I did." 

I really liked him.

"Oh. Why didn't people like him?" I giggle at her endless questions, but it's nice to talk to her, so I continue to answer them.

"He was.. angry, I guess. People didn't understand him, and they never took the time to get to know him, and that was the main problem I think. They never got to see who he truly was."

"And you did?" I frown, "I did what?"

"Got to see who he really was." 

I nod, "Yeah, I did."

"Do you miss him?"

A tear rolls down my cheek, as the reality that I may never see Harry again sinks in. I nod, "Yeah." 

Suddenly, she holds my hand in hers. "It's okay. If he really does care about you, it'll work out." She tells me. How can such an innocent young girl be so much wiser than myself. 

"I hope so."