One Shots ~ Harry Styles [ON HOLD]

Traumatised

The one where you had a lot of traumatizing stuff happening to you in the past and Harry is trying to help you out, he isn't the nicest to you though.

"Mom, I don't need a freaking therapist. I'm fine on my own." I yell at my mom. She signed me up for therapy because of my past. I never talked about it and I never will. I hate bringing up my past to people because I don't want them to pity me. The only reason I open up to someone is trust. But trust is a scary thing. Trusting someone means putting your life in someone else's hands. "Gabi please, just listen to me and take my advice for once!" My mom yells at me. "Fine, I'll go once. One time thing only mom." I reply. I'm really not in the mood to pick up a fight with her today. I get up and decide to get dressed for the day.

"Where are we going to meet this incredible guy you spoke off?" I aks her with some attitude. She rolls her eyes and decides to ignore me. We drive through our small town all the way to the big city. "Gabi, please be nice to him. All he wants to do is to help you." My mom tells me again. I roll my eyes and get out of the car. "Behave!" My mom yells from the car. I flick her off by giving her a middle finger and I continue to walk to the designated building.

"I'm Gabriella Miracle. My mother called for an appointment with a therapist." I say to the lady at the front desk. Another thing I hate is my last name. Who the fuck decided that 'miracle' would be a good last name. And then give that name to me. I am everything but a miracle. "Gabriella? You can go in now." The same lady tells me. I nod and walk to the room of my therapist. "Gabriella Miracle, have a seat." A voice tells me. I look up and see a man, a quite young one, standing in front of me. I nod and sit on a seat. "So, Gabriella, tell me. Why did your mom call me and say that and I am not joking, I need to help you get less closed off and more open with others? And that I was her last idea of helping you out." I sigh and just roll my eyes.

"Well for starters, you are just an asshole now. You expect me to talk to you, but here you are making me more hurt than I already am." I say, really not in the mood to talk to him now. "That's not the way to talk to your therapist. I am here to get to those goals, your mom set up for both of us. But you acting like a total bitch isn't going to help at all." He says with such an aggressive tone, that I wonder why he is the best at his job.

"And you really think that I want to say confidential things to you when you act like a total douche? Yeah, that isn't going to happen." I sass back. I just met this guy and he is already acting like he owns me or something. "Look, I get that you want to help me and all that. But you are asking me to respect you when you aren't giving it back to me. I also like to be treated with respect ya know?" I tell him. He nods and the angry facade falls. "I'm sorry, I'm pretty used to be the dominant one. I'll try to treat you with respect, but slips may occur once in a while." He says. I nod and tell him everything since day one.

"Thank you for telling your story Gabi, is it okay if I call you that?" He asks and I nod. "I truly admire your strength. You have such an motivation to go trough everything even if it ends up back lashing you. You could be an inspiration for many people you know that?" He tells me. I slightly blush at his compliments and rethink his words. Can I really inspire people with my story? I really can't seem to figure out how I can do that. "You really think I can?" I ask him. He nods and just smiles. "Anyway, how long are our sessions?" I ask him. "One hour, why?" I shrug, "My mom isn't here yet, that's why. But the hour has already ended." I tell him. He just shrugged and dismissed the subject. We talked a little more until Harry had to leave for an other appointment.
In the end I'm glad I took the chance my mom gave.