Wistful Paradise / H.S. [COMPLETE]

Seventeen

Florence

Four days into the tour and it was time for our first therapy session. Harry had his first concert two days ago and we had travelled from Sao Paulo to Rio that same night. He was amazing, he was where he belonged again, feeling free and singing beautifully. The crowd was very excited, to say the least. They didn't stop screaming for their idol and it definitely had an effect on Harry.

He was wild on stage, unlike any first shows where he is nervous as hell. He threw himself on that stage and when he came down from his high he was out like a light.  The boy who is normally afraid to face large crowds doesn't seem to have any problems now.

I think that it's due to all the shit that has been happening to us. It's his escape from reality now.

His mind wasn't focused on us right now, he was focused on his tour and I don't blame him but I am still here to work on us.

And when I woke up this morning, the bed was cold and there was a note on his cushion, telling me that he would be back later. I texted him, reminding him that we had an appointment, to which I didn't get an answer. 

I got ready, taking my time in the shower until our therapist would arrive. I just hope Harry makes it on time. After eating my breakfast and texting Harry once again to ask him where he is and receiving no answer, there was a knock on my door.

"Fuck," I sighed loudly, this wasn't the plan. I wasn't meeting our therapist alone for the first time, I need Harry with me. I wandered over to the door and my hand paused above the door handle, halting myself in my steps to collect my breath.

I opened the door, met with a blonde woman that seemed to be close to my age. She had a friendly smile on her face while introducing herself. "Hi, I'm Holly Jones, you can call me Holly," She spoke, her southern accent, telling me exactly where she's from.

"Hi, I'm Florence, come in," I welcomed her, closing the door behind me while our therapist's eyes scanned the room. "Did you find it easily?"

"Yeah, the flight was relaxing and you had a driver waiting for me at the airport so thank you for that," She grinned, taking a few steps forward. 

I smiled in return, motioning or her to take a seat. "You're welcome, it's the least we can do for asking you to fly out every once in a while," I answered, sitting down on the seat in front of her. "Harry's not here yet."

"Oh, don't worry. It's part of my job and alright, we can wait for him."

I nodded, offering her a drink but she declined my offer and instead started asking me how the tour was going. We made some small talk while we waited for him but after fifteen minutes Harry still wasn't here yet. 

I grabbed my phone out of my pocket, not seeing any messaged and instead I interrupted Holly while she was talking about the sightseeing she had done today. "Uhm, let me just call Harry, I'm so sorry," I apologized, already typing in his name and pressing the call button on my phone. 

It rang and rang until I heard the robotic voice repeating his number, telling me he is not available at the moment. I cursed under my breath, quickly leaving him a message. "He's not answering, sorry. If I'd known, I would've given you a heads up and asked you to come in later."

"Don't worry about it," She assured me, getting the things she needs out of her bag. She crossed her legs in front of her, her hands resting on them while her gaze was set on me. "How about we start already? We can start with you if you want?" She suggested carefully, probably not knowing what my reaction would be.

I shrugged, muttering our that it was fine. Holly got out her notepad, making sure to inform me on what we were about to do. "So, Harry has made the appointments for you and Harry. He's told me that you went through a stillbirth, is that correct?" She asked me and I nodded, not able to verbalize her words. "Alright, Uhm, can you tell me what happened?"