Chapter 1.
Clíona POV
“My name is Clíona O’Brien. I’m fifteen years old. I live in Dublin with my mum and stepdad Ryan. I go to a great school with my best friend Grace. My parents divorced when I was seven and I go to stay with my dad for one week every summer in London every year.”
I can’t stand him, he’s filthy rich but gives nothing to mum, he has a different girlfriend or wife every time I see him. Right now I’m in a therapists office, my parents (I say Ryans my dad, he’s fantastic) say that it will be good for me , I beg to differ.
“In three weeks I am going to live with my dad for three years because mum and Ryan are going to do charity work in other countries.”
My therapist of five years “call me Cora” makes me introduce myself at the end of every session. I once told her to go visit a doctor about her memory loss but she just nodded and scribbled something down in her stupid notebook.
“And how does this make you feel?” Cora asked.
Alone, scared. “I feel fine.” I lied keeping a poker face. “Alright well this is our last session.” She said smiling, jeez could that woman bleach her teeth more?
“Yeh, bye.” I muttered.
“Bye and good luck.” She said in a fake cheery voice. At least it’s the end of going to “call me Cora”.
Harrys POV
“My name is Harry Styles. I’m fifteen years old. I live in Holmes Chapel with my mum, sister and stepdad Robin. I go to school with my four best friends Louis, Niall, Liam and Zayn. My parents divorced when I was seven and I haven’t seen my dad since.”
I don’t understand why dad left, we had such a nice life. Mum said that some people just can’t deal with life sometimes and they need a break. Right now I’m in a Therapists Office, my parents (I say Robins my dad, he’s amazing) say it’ll be good for me, Gemma goes aswell. I personally think “Dave, just Dave” is no help to me at all.
“Ok that’s good.” Dave said. “Now Harry, you are fifteen and so far in our sessions you have displayed no interest in anybody, why is that?”
Because I’m only fifteen and it’s none of your business. “I don’t know.”
“Do you think that your fear of relationships,” really Dave? I’m only fifteen. “has sprouted from your father leaving and you are worried about following in his footsteps?”
Is he saying I’m like my dad? What the fuck I am nothing like him. I stood up and left leaving a shocked Dave behind. Wow, that felt fantastic!
