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Therapist- Calum Hood

Y/n POV

I sat silently in the therapy chair, staring mindlessly out of the window whilst the woman talks about methods of helping me. I'd been to four different therapists now and none of them have managed to help me so I didn't really have a lot of hope with this one either.
My mind began to space out whilst watching the cars go past at such a quick rate. It reminded me of my thoughts and how my mind would race at 100 miles per hour every day, seven days a week. It never slowed down. At this point my anxiety had gotten the best of me and I just thought the worst in every situation.

Sure being a 19 year old who has had four therapists, struggles with severe anxiety and depression seems out of the blue and not normal but you'd be surprised the amount of support groups I'd been set up with and the people were all around my age.

"You're going to have to talk to me if you want to get better. How is everything with Calum?"

"I'm not sick. I won't get better, my mental illness is apart of me so stop acting like I'm sick."

"I know you're not sick, but you came here to get help, to make sure you're anxiety wasn't getting the best of you, you're constantly on edge and I can't do anything if you don't talk to me"

"I didn't want to come here, my parents sent me here."
"Maybe so, but you still need to talk to me otherwise there's no point in you being here"

"Well I'll guess I'll go then"

I got up out of the chair and slammed the door closed. I didn't want to be there, I never asked to be there. My parents forced me to go even after me telling them so many times that I didn't want to go.

Managing to get out of the building whilst people crowded the waiting room (please remember to social distance) I dropped my skateboard on the floor and began my journey home. I knew who I needed to see but things would be just a little bit impossible now since he was on the other side of the world. My best friend, my other half, the better part of me who wasn't here with me.
I'm so beyond proud of him and all that he is achieving. I couldn't be more proud of him if I tried.

The streets seemed endless on the way home, just never ending, I'm also sure I passed the same shop at least three times. My mind was telling me I didn't want to go home but I needed to. I needed to see my dog.
I headed in the direction of my house which was around five minutes away from my current location so it wouldn't take me too long to get home. However, when I got close to my house I noticed a figure sitting on my door step. Getting closer and closer he figure became more and more familiar before I could see the same tattooed arms that would hold me whilst I slept and the same head of hair that would rest in the crook of my neck when cuddling. My baby was home.
I picked my skateboard up and started running towards him but before he could get up I was already in his arms and crying.
"You're home"
His arms wrapped securely around me before he picked me up off the ground and unlocked the door with the keys that were in my hand.
"Hey there's no need to cry"
He closed the door before placing me gently back on my feet.
"Why are you crying?"
I wiped the tears away before looking up at him.
"I'm just so happy to see you, everything has been going wrong and I needed to see you so badly"
"Well I'm here now so why don't you go upstairs and change into something comfier, I'll make us some food and then we can sit down and talk about what's been happening"

Time skip-
Me and Calum now sat on the couch in the front room whilst the tv played as background noise.
"What happened whilst I was on tour?"
"My parents sent me to a different therapist and this morning I snapped at her, I feel bad about it but there's just nothing that people can do for me"
"If you don't want to go to therapy that's fine but you can't snap at people, I'm not patronising you or anything so I don't want you to think I am. So tomorrow we're going to go to the therapist and we're going to apologise to them and then you're going to tell your parents that they can stop sending you to different therapists"

He was absolutely amazing, it felt like he was the only thing that was right in my life and I was actually doing something successfully to keep him around this long. Everything is going to be fine as long as I have him.

Everything is going to be fine.