Waiting Room. ls

Third Appointment.

louis sat down in the waiting room chair across from harry.

"hey." louis said, he wasn't as nervous or depressed this time, but content. 

"hey louis," harry said. "what are you here for this time?"

"umm, things." louis answers. "you?"

"i hurt my wrist." harry says.

"how?" louis asks.

"i fell, and i put my hands down to catch myself, and i just hurt my wrist on the way."

"clusmy one are you?" louis asks.

"very, it's a horrible habit of mine." harry says. 

"harry styles." a nurse calls.

"well, i hope your wrist feels better soon."

"thanks, see you."