I'm going to see my therapist today. Her name is Maurine. I don't think I like that name. Zayn is driving me there because I did not want to tell my mom. She has been worrying about me too much lately.
"Harry, please try and talk to her. I just want you to get better." I slowly nod at Zayn's words and exit the car, heading into the boring brick building.
"Harry Styles? Please follow me." I follow this short, blonde girl into a room. There I see another woman sitting in a chair. She motions me to sit on the couch in front of her.
As I look around the room I notice posters. They all say things like 'Keep Holding On!' or 'You Can do This!' It seems so bland.
"Hello Harry, I am Maurine Norris. Why do you think you are in here today?" She asks.
"My boyfriend died, so my friend recommended me to come." I give her an honest answer.
"No, why do you really think you are here?" Is she being serious right now. I just told her.
"I just told you. My boyfriend killed himself, I haven't been happy lately, so my friend recommended me come here." She gives me sad eyes and scribbles on her notebook. I wonder what she is writing.
I'm not going to come back.
