Live While We're Young

Chapter 16

We start driving to the counsellor, which should only be about ten minutes or so. We aren't staying that far from the place. 

I turn on the radio and, ironically, WMYB comes on. I look at Niall and grin. 

"Sing?" I ask. 

He shakes his head, laughing. 

"I know you can sing, so please?" I ask again. 

"But this is Liam's part," he whines. 

"Don't need makeup, to cover up!" I sing. 

He laughs.

"Being the way that you are is e-nu-uh-ough!" We sing in unison. 

"Everyone else in the room can see it, everyone else but youuu!" He sings. 

"Why didn't you sing that?" He asks. 

"Too low," I chuckle. 

"Baby you light up my world like nobody else!" I sing, him laughing. 

We reach the place, and I almost forgot about my foot hurting. That was nice, basically no pain for ten minutes.  

"Be careful," Niall says, sitting me in a chair in the waiting room. 

"No promises," I respond. 

He smirks, then runs out before people realize who he is. 

There is quite a few people here. 

There is a little girl who is sitting in her mother's (I assume it is her mother) lap, tightly hugging an old, ripped teddy bear. 

There's an old married couple mumbling at each other, the woman threatening to take her ring off and-...oh god, that sounds painful. 

There's a teen boy, about my age, sitting by himself, staring at his phone. 

There's a man dressed up like a lady, even wearing a wig. That needs no more explanation. 

Then there's me, this girl with her boyfriend's shirt on, sweatpants, hair in a messy bun, slightly smeared makeup, only one shoe (because my other foot throbs horribly still), and I'm here alone. 

A man walks through the door, a bomber hat on, sunglasses, sweatpants, work boots.. He's so laid back looking. 

"Hello," he says, sitting next to me. 

"Hi," I respond. 

"What happened to your foot?" He asks. 

"Just a freak accident of falling in my kitchen," I respond again, laughing a little. 

"How did you fall?" He asks. 

"Well, Nia-" wait, I can't tell him I've been staying with Niall, "I mean Nelly grabbed my foot, making me jump," I respond. 

"Oh, sounded like you were going to say Niall at first," he mumbles. 

He keeps his head down, hiding his face. 

"What's your name?" He asks. 

"Nicole, yours?" I ask. 

"Henry," he says. 

Well, not the first name that came to my mind. 

Where is Harry? I pull out my phone, sending him a text. 

'Babe, where are you? The session starts shortly!' 

Henry's phone vibrates. 

I grab his face, pulling it up and half-way sliding off the glasses.