You saved me from myself

Chapter Four

Louis wanted to rip his hair out. He saw it as a moment of weakness, but he had gone to find Harry and told him that he was ready to tell him what he needed, which lead them to where they were now.

"I'm so glad you came to find me, Louis." Harry smiled at him, he smiled back uncertainty, pulling his sleeves over his hands again so that he had sweater paws.

"Yeah, I talked with my friend yesterday and he told me to not be stubborn." Louis admitted, making Harry laugh a little.

"Yes, that would help us both out a lot, don't you think?"

Louis had become more comfortable with Harry since he had gotten to the home, he had fallen straight in his arms as a first impression after all.

"So, would you like to test therapy now, or do you want to wait? It's of course okay no matter what you choose." Harry asked. "If you do, we will just start with one session, and if you're not comfortable we will find something else."

Louis sighed, wringing his sleeves in his hands. "I guess there's no harm in trying," he said.

"Great, I'll go fetch the therapist really quick so that you can meet him, then you can book a session with him, sound good?" Harry stood up.

Louis only nodded, staying put on his bed and waited for Harry to come back. He was really doing this, then? Well, he thought, at least he knew someone who would be very proud of him for trying to turn his life around.

A few minutes later, Harry came back through the door with- Louis had to rub his eyes to make sure he wasn't seeing double. There were now not one, but two Harrys standing in front of him. One didn't have blue scrubs though, one of them had a white button up and black suit pants. Louis's jaw dropped, looking between the two.

"This is our therapist Edward." Harry introduced the other man. "Edward, this is Louis."

"Nice to meet you, Louis." Edward smiled kindly, reaching out his hand to Louis, who shook it, still staring between the two.

"And before you ask, yes we are pretty similar." Harry smiled knowingly.

"That's because we're brothers." Edward added. "There is one more who look like us, his name is Marcel."

"So you're...Triplets?" Louis said finally.

"Yup," Harry nodded. "We started this home together about two years ago, and we sort of run the place, but we have other people working here too."

"Anyway," Edward said, directing his attention back to Louis. "Harry told me that you were maybe thinking of trying a session with me?"

"Yeah, uhm, I'm not sure though." Louis hesitated. "I'm not sick, I mean."

"We know that you're not sick, Louis" Edward said gently, sitting down at the foot of his bed. "But there is no harm in sitting down and having a chat, see where it leads, yeah?"

Do it for her, you wuss!

"Okay, fine. One session." He decided finally.

"Great, we can take it this afternoon, is that okay?" Edward asked.

Louis only nodded, not really feeling to talk to anyone at the moment, only thinking of her and of them in general made him feel sick, like he wanted to dig a hole and bury himself there. The thought of them always made him go to his dark place.

"I really want to be by myself now, though." Louis mumbled.

The two brothers gave each other a unsure look before nodding and exiting his room, leaving him to let the tears out.