Through the Years

Chapter 13

Louis sat nervously outside his therapists office, twiddling his thumbs and staring at the door. He didn't know why he was being called to her office, he attended every session and thought he was making progress and today of all days wasn't his session. Was it because he cried yesterday and destroyed his pictures?

"Hi Louis, come in please." The therapist said.

Louis took in a deep breath and walked inside, he sat down on a chair and looked up at a grinning therapist who invited him in.

"Am I in trouble?" Louis asked.

"No, you're not in trouble Louis. You got angry and upset and dealt with it by ripping up your pictures, that's good." The  therapist said.

"Then why am I here?" Louis asked.

"We received a call last night from Harry Styles."

"Harry called here? What did he say? Can I speak to him?"

"No Louis, we told him that you were getting better and that we don't want him to ruin all the progress we made with you at least not yet."

"What's me seeing Harry got anything to do with my progress?" 

"Louis, he was the start of all this, if he hadn't kicked you out you wouldn't be here today. We don't know how much seeing him will affect your mental health."

"I'm fine though, I haven't hallucinated in days, I haven't self harmed in days either. I'm taking my medication, I'm attending these shit therapy sessions. You not allowing me to see Harry is injustice."

"We are doing this for your own safety Louis."

"Okay, I understand. Am I allowed phone privileges? Can I have my phone back?" Louis asked.

"No, it's locked away in my cupboard, just because you're feeling better Louis I can't allow you to have your phone back it's only been a few days." The therapist said.

Louis sighed and walked out the door slamming it shut, he knew the she had more things to say but he couldn't stand to listen to her anymore. Louis walked into the communal area and slumped into a chair, he crossed his arms and stared at the wall. He looked over at the piano and smiled, he hadn't played in so long.

He walked over and sat down playing a tune and singing to himself quietly.

"You're really good Louis." A young girl said leaning over the piano and smiling at Louis.

"Thanks, how do you know my name?" Louis asked.

"I was a fan of you back in the day. I don't blame you by the way, I was on your side."

"Thank you but there aren't any sides anymore. Harry wants to see me but everyone said it would affect my health if I met him."

"Maybe me and my friend could help you out, I'm Hilke by the way."

"Nice to meet you, but how can you help?" Louis questioned.

"We had our phone taken away once before, it's easy, you just take it and a few hours after you return it." Hilke said smiling.

"Why do want to help me?" Louis questioned.

"Because you're Louis Tomlinson, you don't belong here." Hilke said

"Okay what do we do?"

"Meet us here at 10pm, we've got it all planned out." Hilke said smiling and skipping away

Finally 10pm came, Louis took in a deep breath and walked towards the communal area, he smiled at some doctor and nurses along the way, trying to take in deep breaths to control his nerves. He walked into the doors and noticed Hilke and another girl sitting on one of the tables playing cards. She looked up at Louis and smiled waving him over. Louis walked over and sat down.