It Takes Patience
Chapter 10: Like Whiplash
*Reagan’s POV cont.*
As I arrived at the hospital I felt more relaxed than I thought I would. It could have been that I was allowed to wear jeans today because I wouldn’t be in the office with Dr. Baker, or it could have been because the sun finally pulled through the clouds that have been overcast in England for the last two days. Whatever the reason, I felt like today I would truly be able to get some work done and get past the surface of Harry and shed some mental layers.
As I walked through the doors of the hospital instead of going towards the session offices, I went in the opposite direction down a long hallway and through a heavy set of glass double doors to the resident’s quarters. I walked up to a desk where two tall muscular men dressed in all black were sat, talking to each other.
“May we help you?” one of them asked as he noticed my approach. He was a bigger build than the other man and he had blue eyes with dark black hair.
“Yes Paul,” I said squinting to read his name tag, “My name is Reagan Stoger, I’m an intern here and I’m supposed to be shadowing one of your residents, Harry Styles.” I replied rather timidly.
“Reagan Stoger, do you have your identification card on you love?” he asked. I fished my lanyard with my ID attached to it out of my bag and handed it to him. When he took it, he began typing my name and information into the data base. When he handed it back to me, he grinned and asked me to step to the right look and look at the yellow dot on the wall behind him so that I could take a picture. I did as I was told and the camera flashed. As I blinked to get the spots out of my eyes, I brought my attention back to Paul who pushed a button on an intercom that had to have had at least a couple hundred other buttons surrounding it with numbers next to each one. I quickly discovered that this intercom was the guards connection to every room on this side of the ward.
“Harry?!” he said waiting for a response.
“Harry’s in the courtyard with his family.” a very non-Harry-like voice replied.
“Thanks Levi.” Paul replied then released the button. He must have read the confused look on my face when stood up and told me that he would take me there.
We walked down another long hallway and made a left going through a wooden set of double doors. As soon as we stepped outside into the huge courtyard , we were met by another security guard. They were everywhere.
Paul asked him about Harry and then pointed me in the direction of the gazebo. When I walked up I saw Harry laughing with two women and four other boys.
*Harry’s POV*
Today started off pretty rocky for me. I didn’t feel that great when I woke up and, then the news of having Reagan follow me around for the better half of two months didn’t really help, but it’s already gotten considerably better. As soon as my family and friends got here and my second round of meds that I had to take after the ‘assignment news’ got dropped on me kicked in, I started to relax a bit, until I saw Reagan that is. I must have lost track of time while talking to the lads, my mum, and my sister. They had all gotten here around nine, and it must presumably now be around one o’clock. I must have visibly tensed at her presence because my mum and sister began to follow my gaze to her as she walked towards us.
“Harry? You alright love?” My mum asked me snapping me out of my train of thought.
“I’m fine, I just must have lost track of time,” I replied annoyed as Reagan finally reached us. I stood up a bit angry and flashed a fake smirk at her making one of my dimples show and causing her cheeks to turn a pink hue, the exact reaction I wanted.
“Reagan this is me mum Anne, me sister, Gemma, and me mates Louis, Liam, Zayn, and Niall. Guys this is Reagan she’s intern here and she’ll be stalking me for the better half of two months for some kind of homework Dr. Baker gave her.” Reagan looked at me rolled her eyes then greeted every one and sat down with that little tape recorder in her hands. After they heard her speak they started to bombard her with questions about where she was from.
"America obviously." I answered my mum for her causing my mum to swat my shoulder.
"Be nice Harold."
"I'm being incredibly nice I think, especially since I'm letting some stranger follow me around and take away the last bit of privacy that I have in this shit hole, and possibly my last bit of sanity as well."
"Harold!" My mum scolded me again and the look on Reagan's face read to be uncomfortable, as she should be. I won't make this easy.
I sat there quietly watching them all interact with each other not giving her anything for her little tape recorder. If this is to be a dance, I'll be the one in control taking the lead.
*Reagan’s POV *
His family and friends seem really nice and they confused me even more about Harry. They were all supportive of him and it didn’t seem like they came from a bad environment, so what was it? Why is he here? Harry’s mom and sister had gotten up to leave and said their goodbyes to Harry, leaving only the boys and myself when I was brought out of my thoughts by Louis who seemed to be the joker of the group.
“So tell us babe, how has Harry been treating you, cause he treats us like shit.”
“Shut up Lou!” Harry protested but Louis continued.
“He doesn’t call, we’ve texted,"
"I'm not allowed a phone here and you know it!" Harry interjected again, but Louis continued, "we’ve written you letters! But still nothing. We resorted to calling his mum to see what was up with him. All in all we have become clingy...Is that why you’re pushing us away Harry?” he said pretending to cry.
“You’re such a brave boy and I’m sick of it! I’m tired of being ignored!” Zayn added also pretending to cry as we all began to laugh. I watched as the boys joked and laughed with each other for what seemed hours, but as visiting period started to come to a close, Harry began to get quiet again much like how he was earlier and draw back into himself. Liam must have noticed Harry’s mood change and informed the boys that it was time to go. As they said their goodbyes, Niall told Harry they would be back in a few days to check on him and me as he looked me up and down and smiled at me cheekily. He pulled me in for a hug and as he released me I noticed Harry’s facial expression flash from happy to annoyed to angry within seconds. His mood changes are like whiplash and with that thought a light bulb lit up in my head.
As I arrived at the hospital I felt more relaxed than I thought I would. It could have been that I was allowed to wear jeans today because I wouldn’t be in the office with Dr. Baker, or it could have been because the sun finally pulled through the clouds that have been overcast in England for the last two days. Whatever the reason, I felt like today I would truly be able to get some work done and get past the surface of Harry and shed some mental layers.
As I walked through the doors of the hospital instead of going towards the session offices, I went in the opposite direction down a long hallway and through a heavy set of glass double doors to the resident’s quarters. I walked up to a desk where two tall muscular men dressed in all black were sat, talking to each other.
“May we help you?” one of them asked as he noticed my approach. He was a bigger build than the other man and he had blue eyes with dark black hair.
“Yes Paul,” I said squinting to read his name tag, “My name is Reagan Stoger, I’m an intern here and I’m supposed to be shadowing one of your residents, Harry Styles.” I replied rather timidly.
“Reagan Stoger, do you have your identification card on you love?” he asked. I fished my lanyard with my ID attached to it out of my bag and handed it to him. When he took it, he began typing my name and information into the data base. When he handed it back to me, he grinned and asked me to step to the right look and look at the yellow dot on the wall behind him so that I could take a picture. I did as I was told and the camera flashed. As I blinked to get the spots out of my eyes, I brought my attention back to Paul who pushed a button on an intercom that had to have had at least a couple hundred other buttons surrounding it with numbers next to each one. I quickly discovered that this intercom was the guards connection to every room on this side of the ward.
“Harry?!” he said waiting for a response.
“Harry’s in the courtyard with his family.” a very non-Harry-like voice replied.
“Thanks Levi.” Paul replied then released the button. He must have read the confused look on my face when stood up and told me that he would take me there.
We walked down another long hallway and made a left going through a wooden set of double doors. As soon as we stepped outside into the huge courtyard , we were met by another security guard. They were everywhere.
Paul asked him about Harry and then pointed me in the direction of the gazebo. When I walked up I saw Harry laughing with two women and four other boys.
*Harry’s POV*
Today started off pretty rocky for me. I didn’t feel that great when I woke up and, then the news of having Reagan follow me around for the better half of two months didn’t really help, but it’s already gotten considerably better. As soon as my family and friends got here and my second round of meds that I had to take after the ‘assignment news’ got dropped on me kicked in, I started to relax a bit, until I saw Reagan that is. I must have lost track of time while talking to the lads, my mum, and my sister. They had all gotten here around nine, and it must presumably now be around one o’clock. I must have visibly tensed at her presence because my mum and sister began to follow my gaze to her as she walked towards us.
“Harry? You alright love?” My mum asked me snapping me out of my train of thought.
“I’m fine, I just must have lost track of time,” I replied annoyed as Reagan finally reached us. I stood up a bit angry and flashed a fake smirk at her making one of my dimples show and causing her cheeks to turn a pink hue, the exact reaction I wanted.
“Reagan this is me mum Anne, me sister, Gemma, and me mates Louis, Liam, Zayn, and Niall. Guys this is Reagan she’s intern here and she’ll be stalking me for the better half of two months for some kind of homework Dr. Baker gave her.” Reagan looked at me rolled her eyes then greeted every one and sat down with that little tape recorder in her hands. After they heard her speak they started to bombard her with questions about where she was from.
"America obviously." I answered my mum for her causing my mum to swat my shoulder.
"Be nice Harold."
"I'm being incredibly nice I think, especially since I'm letting some stranger follow me around and take away the last bit of privacy that I have in this shit hole, and possibly my last bit of sanity as well."
"Harold!" My mum scolded me again and the look on Reagan's face read to be uncomfortable, as she should be. I won't make this easy.
I sat there quietly watching them all interact with each other not giving her anything for her little tape recorder. If this is to be a dance, I'll be the one in control taking the lead.
*Reagan’s POV *
His family and friends seem really nice and they confused me even more about Harry. They were all supportive of him and it didn’t seem like they came from a bad environment, so what was it? Why is he here? Harry’s mom and sister had gotten up to leave and said their goodbyes to Harry, leaving only the boys and myself when I was brought out of my thoughts by Louis who seemed to be the joker of the group.
“So tell us babe, how has Harry been treating you, cause he treats us like shit.”
“Shut up Lou!” Harry protested but Louis continued.
“He doesn’t call, we’ve texted,"
"I'm not allowed a phone here and you know it!" Harry interjected again, but Louis continued, "we’ve written you letters! But still nothing. We resorted to calling his mum to see what was up with him. All in all we have become clingy...Is that why you’re pushing us away Harry?” he said pretending to cry.
“You’re such a brave boy and I’m sick of it! I’m tired of being ignored!” Zayn added also pretending to cry as we all began to laugh. I watched as the boys joked and laughed with each other for what seemed hours, but as visiting period started to come to a close, Harry began to get quiet again much like how he was earlier and draw back into himself. Liam must have noticed Harry’s mood change and informed the boys that it was time to go. As they said their goodbyes, Niall told Harry they would be back in a few days to check on him and me as he looked me up and down and smiled at me cheekily. He pulled me in for a hug and as he released me I noticed Harry’s facial expression flash from happy to annoyed to angry within seconds. His mood changes are like whiplash and with that thought a light bulb lit up in my head.
I have read this story loads of times just wish you had finished it it is absolutely amazing. So so good
8/18/18