Drugged // h.s. [complete]

Fourteen

After the boys left the next morning (we'd fallen asleep during about the fourth movie) I was left to think about everything. They'd managed to distract me the rest of the night but the way I felt last night had me confused and more importantly, freaked out. How the hell did I feel so incomplete without her nearby?

Maybe I was crazy?

That would explain a lot.

So today I decided that I'd do something about whatever this was, I'd see a professional.

I walked to the right place looking up at the building and nodding before walking in.

I went up to the receptionist and asked if I could see the best psychiatrist they had. She nodded and checked through her computer before she looked back up at me.

“You're in luck, she's available in ten minutes. I'll book you in to see Stefanie as a Mr.-”she paused, “Styles.””As a Mr. Styles. Just sit down and she'll be out to get you in a second.”She smiled, I was too nervous to smile back, despite how rude it was, and sat down in a free chair amongst the rest.

As said, a woman in a pencil skirt and a pink blouse came out.

“Styles.”She called out, searching the room.

I stood up and followed her into her room, sitting down on the couch that she gestured to.

“Now Mr. Styles. May I call you Harry?”she asked. Proving that Bill was right once again.

“Of course.”I smiled, still a little nervous about how this meeting is going to go.

“Now before we start, I'd like to state that you are protected by a contract that I have signed stating that I cannot reveal your information or anything you say to anyone, unless I think that you are in serious trouble and it needs to be reported to someone like the police perhaps.”she said and I nodded.

“So... what's troubling you Harry?”she asked, listening intently. Pen over paper, ready to write anything down.

“Well I'm sure you've heard that I've recently, well, disappeared.”She just nodded.

“Well I was in fact kidnapped, by a fan actually, and I was held in her basement for a few days. Occasionally she gave me food which I was grateful for. We played this game called twenty questions and we somehow got into the topic of her parents and she told me that her mum was in a coma and shed never seen her father before because she was deceived during a one night stand. I think that's when the feeling started, I not only felt remorse for her but I felt something else, something more powerful and from then on, I just couldn't stop thinking about her. Everything reminds me of her, the simplest sentence like if someone says "what're you doing" my mind would think back to her and I'd wonder what she's doing. I just, I think I'm crazy but I didn't want to think like that until it was confirmed or something." I said. I was a complete mess, my hands were shaking and I was bouncing my leg rapidly as if I was nervous. and to tell the truth, I f*cking was.

"Calm down Harry. You aren't crazy. You don't have anything remote to crazy. However," there it was, the word I was dreading, "you aren't completely in your right mind." I snapped my head up to look straight into her eyes, confusion written all over my face like a f*cking novel.