That's when they took him from me. A Harry Styles Fan Fiction.

Thirty One - You Might Recover, But Never Heal.

I made my way into the empty white room which was only accompanied by a desk and one chair on either side. I took my seat and fiddled with my thumbs nervously in my lap.

Therapy.

The black room was dull and it echoed an awful lot as I nervously cracked my knuckles against the small wooden table. I heard as a pair of heels clicked against the long narrow hallway just outside the room and the door creaked open. I sprung my head up, looking at the woman. She had long bleach blonde hair and was wearing a formal black suit with a pair of glasses that lay nicely on the bridge of her nose. She carried a bright orange clip board in her hand and was anxiously playing with the blue pen that hung from a string on the side.

“Hello, Tayla, is it?” She greeted, a false smile spreading across her lips. 

I nodded. 

She inched her way over to me, pulling out the chair and sitting down, resting her folded arms on the table. 

“How are you, Tayla?” She asked.

How am I. How am I? Is she being serious right now? I’ve just lost two people I love within the span of no more than three months and she’s asking me how I am. You’ve got to be kidding me.

“Good.” I answered back, expressionless.

“That’s all for today then, I guess I’ll see you tomorrow.” She said, standing up and tucking her chair in behind her.

“That’s all? You ask me how I am and then you just leave?” I asked, raising my eye brows in complete and utter confusion.

“Yep.” She said popping the p and with that she opened the door and made her way out.

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