Prescribe Me Love

Chapter 3: Nicholas

The doors were glass, and had no fingerprints whatsoever. As I walked in, my eyes couldn't help but notice the floor, and how clean the marble was. This wasn't what I was expecting a bit, and what I was expecting was a dark blue carpet with beige, plain walls with posters saying 'Speak out to someone you trust'.

In the background, there was sweet piano music playing.

"How much did you pay for this, mom?!" It really was truly amazing, like a grand palace, although a bit more professional.

"That doesn't matter, all that does matter is you being happy and healthy." She gave me a simple smile and held my shoulders as if she was about to pick me up and move me to one side. I got a weird feeling is my stomach, like I had done something wrong, even though I hadn't. After a few minutes of reading booklets that were on the front desk while my mother was speaking to the receptionist, my eyes caught a glimpse of a tall man, probably around the age of 34 with shiny, brown hair. He was wearing an olive green t shirt and black jeans that fell towards his white sneakers. My eyes were now fixed towards the ladies sitting in the reception. They were all staring at him as well, which was no surprise. He was gorgeous. 

Making myself look as normal and non stalkerish, I sat myself down next to my mother in the waiting room and scrolled through Facebook. Here's the thing I hate about Facebook: It knows everything about you. It knows where you've been, who you speak to, watch shows you watch and things that you've been talking about. Creepy much? When I was scrolling, a post caught my attention. It was the therapy building I was in, and it showed a picture of all the staff standing together, smiling and posing. This place was bigger than I thought. Then, I saw him. He was standing there, wearing a black suit and a red tie while smiling his white teeth which kind of blinded the camera. There was a tag to it, which lead to an account called 'Nicholas Tomlinson'. Oh god, oh no. How in the world would I have the guts to open up to him?! My throat started to become dry, so I headed out the door of the waiting room to go to the water tank, but as I opened the door, he was there, standing and smiling at me.

"Are you Jayda?" His voice was also handsome; it was deep and soothing. I stared at his eyes, which were glossy and shone from the light above him. He cleared his throat as if to say 'say something then, I don't get paid to stand here and stare at people'.

"Oh, yeah, sorry. Nice my meet you" I held out my hand and shook his. How can someone have such soft, warm hands?! This is unbelievable, abort mission!!

My mother rose from her seat and also shook hands with Mr Handsome, and I could see that my mother also wanted to get in bed with him and stay there for a long time. While I stood in an immobile position, they started to walk towards me, indicating that they wanted me to move my ass out of the way. Mr Tomlinson showed us to the room I'd be speaking to him in, revealing all my secrets, allowing him inside me. (My mind, not the other way you're thinking of!)

My mother had to sit outside while I spoke, in a calm manner, to Mr charming, which I didn't mind one bit because she answers everything for me as if she knows me. We sat down and, for a moment, it felt peaceful. There wasn't any kids screaming in the hallway or my mum arguing with Carl. It felt peaceful. His eyes were mesmerizing, his teeth were blinding. For a moment I wanted to spring my bubbly self towards him and kiss him right there and then. Then I thought about Liam and what his reaction would be if he found out I liked my therapist of whom I knew literally nothing about.

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"You know what you are?" His lungs filled with rage and his finger vigorously pointed in my face. "You're a slut." Small bubbles started to form in the corners of his mouth while he was trying to control his eyes which looked like an infinity pool. Liam's teeth were also clasped together while he spoke although his mouth was fiercely open.

"I'm so s-" I couldn't speak without Liam interrupting me as if he was better than me

"You want me to spell it out for you?" His voice rose greater by the second, until he was practically screaming while speaking to me and also moving his arms and hands about frantically. "You are a little s l u t, maybe you can go speak to your pedophile therapist about that too since it looks like I hurt your feelings, aw poor you. "

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First impressions were always important and I've always managed to gain loads of friends because of it. Although, this time it wasn't what I was expecting. My face screwed up however I tried to hide the pain of what trailed along inside me. 

"I don't love my boyfriend anymore, and I feel terrible, although I also feel like an idiot because I'm crying in front of a man I barely even know and yet I'm still talking and making the matter even worse. Okay I'll shut up now." Yup, I definitely made the matter worse because I began to cry even more, making Mr handsome feel somewhat awkward just sitting there and listening to me vent. There was a knock on the door and my mother slowly crept in, not sure if she was allowed. 

"I have to go, I'm very sorry but Carl has had an accident and needs help. Here have some money for a cab ride home" She handed me ten dollars and quickly shut the door. We could hear her rapidly aiming for the exit.

"I'm very sorry about your experience with your boyfriend, Jayda." He leaned in towards me, resting his elbows on his knees as he did so. "But you should know that sometimes we don't always feel the same way about someone forever, and you shouldn't be ashamed of that." Jesus, his voice was like an angel, although, a dark angel. I pulled my long, brown hair out of my face and lifted my head up. All I could focus on was his hazel eyes, and how his pupil expanded as i brought my face to look at his. "Also, you wouldn't mind me giving you a ride home would you?" Smirking gently, he wiped my cheek with his thumb where my mascara had ran. "You don't need this make-up, you look amazing anyway," though he hesitated when saying 'amazing' as if he wanted to say something else.

A few minutes had passed of laughing and smiling, and he offered to give me his number to call him whenever I needed, for any reason. We were now standing outside, next to his car, which was a jaguar F-type.

"This?!" I pointed towards the car and laughed. "No way, no fucking way." 

"You want me to prove it?" He pressed a small button on his car key and the car's lights flashed.

"Noooo way. Oh my god. Are you serious?" It was honestly astonishing. "How did you-"

"I used to be a surgeon, although my wife got a bit upset that I wasn't around much, so I decided it was time for a nine-to-five job on the weekdays." Of course he had a wife. Why wouldn't he. Hoping he wouldn't notice my disappointment, I cleared my throat and got in the car like an arrow from a bow. After he got in and turned the engine on, he went silent. This time, I didn't enjoy the silence. "When's your curfew?" At first I thought he was joking, but after three seconds of watching  his straight face, I realized he was being serious.

"Um, I don't have a curfew, I normally go out whenever I feel like it, which hasn't been recently."

"Cool cool, just wondering." He pulled over to the curb outside my house and turned to face me. It was as if he didn't want me to leave. As I smiled at him, he lent his arm on my seat and his head on his arm. "Hey Jayda?"

"Yes, Mr Tomlinson?" It felt as if I was back in school.

"Call me Nicholas." There was another silence, but we were smiling at each other. "Can I call you tonight?" Now his voice was tranquil. 

"I'd like that." I smiled and whispered.