Something Special ➣ Larry Stylinson

13

-Next Day-

Tick.
Tock.
Tick.
Tock.

He was awoken to a complete silence, other than the analogue clock that was somewhere in the room. He wasn't sure where he was, for his eyes were still closed, but honestly, he didn't want to open them.

He did anyways since the curiosity got the best of him. He looked around at his surroundings and immediately realized, that he was not in Niall's, Harry's, or his house. The room he was in looked like a living room, he was laying on a couch and noticed there was a couch across from him. He furrowed his eyebrows in confusion because, where the hell is he?

All of a sudden, the door bursted open as a lady spoke, "-yeah I've got a patient right now so we can go out for dinner." She said a couple other words to the person she was talking to before shutting the door again. Louis sat up and yawned, stretching his arms out as the lady came over with a Starbucks cup and a clipboard.

She smiled brightly when noticing Louis was fully awake, and sat down on the couch in front of him.

She took a sip of her tea before speaking, "good afternoon, Louis." She then smiled and set her cup down on the coffee table.

Louis mumbled a small, "hi."

"I'm Dr. Nelson, but please, call me Carrie if you want." Louis watched as Dr. Nelson or, Carrie, grabbed her pen. She wrote a couple things on the clipboard before looking up at him.

"You can just call me Louis. Or Lou." He smiled shyly, a small laugh emitting from the lady before him.

"Yes sir." She smiled but soon changed the subject. "Louis do you know where you are?"

"Nope." He honestly had no clue.

"You're at a psychiatrist office. Do you know what a psychiatrist is?"

Louis remembered Harry mentioning to him about seeing a psychiatrist and that's when Louis remembered what happened at home.

"Louis sit down, please. I need to talk to you."

Louis had just gotten dressed like Harry told him to, and now he wants to talk to him? It seemed like all morning he was being nagged, and all he wanted to do was sleep.

But he obeyed and sat down on the couch, Harry stood in front of him with an exhausted look. Maybe later this afternoon they can cuddle and take a nap together.

"Are you okay from last night? You had another breakdown at Niall's." Harry asked as he rubbed the back of his forehead.

Louis just nodded and stayed silent.

"Well, I know something- someone, who can help. You have a lot going on right now, a lot of stuff on your mind, so I'm gonna take you to someone once a week so you can let it all out. Do you like that idea?"

Once again, Louis shook his head. Why on earth would he tell someone everything that's going on in his life? It's none of the persons business. They don't have a right to know what's going on in his life. It's personal.

"Why not, Lou?" He heard Harry ask, a frown on his face.

Louis rolled his eyes because Harry should know the answer. "It's none of their business."

"But Lou.." The older man sighed. "They can help you, they'll get you better. You won't feel pain anymore, and you'll be happy."

"But I'm happy with you.." Louis whispered, hoping Harry didn't hear but he did because he watched Harry's lip curve into a small smile.