*Harry’s POV*
I dropped Reagan off back to the hotel not really wanting to talk about what was bothering me. The more she tried, the further I drew into myself and into my own head. I can tell that she was getting frustrated from me cutting her off, but sometimes I’d rather not talk and keep it to myself. No one understands this issue but me anyway. As I sat in Dr. Bakers waiting area and stared around the room that I’ve been in hundreds of times before my mind went back to the dream that I had this morning, replaying itself in my head like as song stuck on repeat.

I rubbed my hands over my face and eyes hoping that the action would make the day dream disappear. When I tried to think about something else Reagan’s question echoed in my head and my mood continued to plummet to the somber range right before depression. I sank lower in my seat, allowing my dreary emotion to wash over me as I stuffed my hands in my pocket. When I realized there was something in one of them, I took it out and anger immediately took the place of my slope into a depressed state.

The seating chart.

“Harold?” My head snapped up and I balled up the chart putting it back in my pocket before I went into Dr. Bakers office.

“How are you today?”

“Fanfuckingtastic. You alright?” Dr. Baker raised an eyebrow at me while staring over her glasses.

“Your tone indicates otherwise. What’s bothering you?” Reagan will be a great psychiatrist one day. She’s just like Dr. Baker. They both ask too many fucking questions.

“Nothing. I’m really fine. I have nothing to talk about today. I don’t even know what the point of having session is right now.” Dr. Baker primped her lips before she responded to me again.

“How are you and Reagan doing?” What?

“What are you talking about?”

“I saw her at the PESI seminar but I wasn’t able to talk to her.”

“That doesn’t mean I’ve talked to her or have even seen her for that matter...” I’ve avoided mentioning that Reagan and I are back together to Dr. Baker. When I spoke about her after my OD incident, Dr. Baker began to question if a relationship for me right now was good for my health. She said I should focus on adjusting to being back at home full time and take things one step at a time. Apparently a relationship is the last step according to her, but I think right now is just as good a time as any.

“I know you’ve seen her Harry. There’s no denying it.” I refused to answer the question. She and Dr. Leerman were so eager to send glasses away from me in the first place, now she wants to act as if she gives a shit. I’m not buying it.

“Can we talk about something else? I haven’t seen Reagan and I don’t want to talk about her.” Dr. Baker scribbled something down in one of the thousands of notes I’m sure she has on me before she continued.

“Your mum’s wedding is coming up soon. Only a few weeks left. How are you coping?”

“What is your angle today? Are you purposely trying to piss me off? You go from one shit topic to another! Can I catch a break? Why can’t we just talk about the weather for an hour today? Its unusually warm for September.” My hand crunched the papers in my pocket more, subconsciously destroying them when Dr. Baker spoke

“Oh Harold, how can I say if you’re ready to live alone if you can’t even answer simple questions?” Because what’s so simple for her is the most difficult thing in the world for me and after two years of talking to her about it she still doesn’t get where I’m coming from! No one does. When she throws the one thing I want besides Reagan in my face I know I have to bite the bullet. The paper in my pocket crumbles more.

“I can.”

“Then let’s talk about the wedding. Your mum tells me that everyone has gotten fitted for their tuxes but you.” I rolled my eyes skyward forgetting that Dr. Baker and my mum have open communication lines now. My mum probably told Baker about Reagan being back. She might as well turn this into one big family session.

“I will...eventually.” She scribbles down something else and I have half a mind to rip the clip board out of her hands and get rid of whatever she’s writing. Coming to sessions was much easier when Reagan was here.

“How is your communication with your soon to be step-father?” My eyes widened and my jaw clenched and I could feel my mood shift. Why did she have to use that word? My relationship with Robin used to be much more relaxed until the night I found out that he was trying to marry my mum. He kind of reminds me of what I can remember about my own father, but all of that is bound to change once he marries my mum and moves in. I know it will.

“Robin is fine.” I haven’t talked to him much since that night but I’m assuming he’s just peachy. He’s getting his way. Everyone is happy when they get their way. With that being said I haven’t been happy at home in a while. Every time I see the sun reflect the sunlight reflect off the ring on my mums finger, paranoia ensues. The only person who really makes me happy is Reagan...and maybe Liam, Louis, and Zayn...Niall is still a tosser, but I don’t hate him. I smile inwardly as my own thoughts distract me.

Dr. Baker scribbled something else down in her notes when I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket.

From: Glasses
I love you and I hope you’re having a better day than I am.

It was nearing the end of the hour and Dr. Baker continued to write. This particular note was long. It better be about how I’ve made such progress addressing topics that I would normally evade. She has to okay me to move out on my own. I’m damn near twenty years old and living with my mum and Robin wouldn’t be safe for either me or him. I text Reagan back as Baker continued to write.

To: Glasses
Sessions were much easier to deal with when you were here. I’m sure my day is going worse. I love you.

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*Reagan’s POV*
I scoffed to myself after I read Harry’s message and I typed a reply and deleted it at least three times. It was my full intention to keep my promise to H., but it’s a little hard not to speak to Peyton when he’s only five feet away from me.

He flashed me an apologetic look shrugging his shoulders and it made me cringe internally. It’s as if fate hates me and the plans it has on ruining my future with the only person I can see myself being happy with is inevitable. I walked over to my desk and set my things down when Dr. Koch approached me. He looked as if he had been here all night.

“Good morning Reagan.”

“Good morning. Um, what are Dr. Adams and Peyton doing here today?”

“I’ve decided to expand my research. Dr. Adams has been a forensic psychologist for a longer period of time than I have and this particular case would benefit from having him as a research partner. Peyton is his protégé much like you are mine on this trip. Now go get the three of us some tea from the cafeteria.”

I turned on my heel and I could feel Peyton’s eyes watching me as I left making me feel sick. I’ll be damned if I would be serving him. I’m not Peyton’s assistant and if I’m Dr. Koch’s protégé as he just put it, why am I running assistant type errands? I was fuming and my nerves began to get the better of me. It’s out of my control now and I have to deal with Peyton weather I want to or not.

As I stood in line to wait for three Earl Grey tea’s for three assholes, I decided to text Channel back to apologize for flaking out on our Skype date.

To: Channel N°5
Hi Nel I’m sorry about last night... How are you?

From: Channel N°5
Let me guess, you were with Harry?

I could taste the bitterness of her tone through the text. I didn’t want to tell her yes and let her down again, but lying to Channel is always worse and I definitely learned that over the summer. She’s a force to be reckoned with when she’s been lied to.

To: Channel N°5
I was...but I have so much to tell you! I really am sorry

From: Channel N°5
I’m assuming you’re happy about it...I don’t want this to turn into a fight so I won’t say what I’m thinking. Feel free to call and tell me about it, if I can be remembered that is.

It took everything in me not to get defensive, but I was the one in the wrong here. My name was called and as I grabbed the tea and turned around to leave I bumped right into Laurie. The massive campus seemed to get smaller and smaller leaving me to only come into contact with those that I didn’t want to be bothered with or with those who didn’t want to be bothered with me.

“Sorry L. Did I spill anything on you?” Laurie pressed her lips into a tight lipped smile and wiped her coat off briskly before she looked up at me and grinned.

“Nothing to worry about Reagan, its sorted....I miss you!” It was the last thing I was expecting to hear.

“I miss you too Laurie! I’m so sorry for accusing you!” Every time I’m in London I seem to have a theme of emotion that follows my trip. Over the summer was guilt, and now is no different except this time apologetic is added to the list. I’m not sure about how man apologies have streamed from my mouth in my short time being here, but something tells me that I’m far from done saying them.

Laurie smiled a genuine smile and I became somewhat relieved and relaxed until I remembered who I have to go back to work with. My expression slowly dropped and I felt knots begin to form in my stomach and I started to get a splitting head ache. My phone buzzed against my hip and as I juggled the three drinks in one hand, I grabbed my phone out of my pocket with the other.
My eyes skimmed the text before they rolled upward. It was from none other than Dr. Koch, informing me that It doesn’t take ten minutes to bring back coffee and that I could call ‘Mr. Styles’ on my own time.

“I have to go Laurie but can we go out for drinks my treat when I get off and when you’re done with classes of course?” I felt the need to make it up to her. I would like to have at least one friend outside of Harry that’s here for me to talk to. Laurie agreed and I rushed off shortly after with the tea now burning my fingers. I set them on the table and took my place at my desk wanting desperately to be as far away as Peyton as possible.

As the day went on, Dr. Koch actually allowed me to help him in some of today’s research. It was actual work for a case that would be put in front of a jury. Because, Dr. Koch is a forensic psychiatrist as well as a clinical one, he has been asked to investigate the mind of a girl who has been accused of killing her boyfriend. In an odd way, the case that we were looking into makes me think about Harry. If she did do it, maybe it was for a reason. What Harry did I know in my heart wouldn’t have happened if his own life wasn’t being threatened.

My focused side made her appearance again and I was so enthralled that I got to actually work today that Peyton’s presents began to bother me less and less, until the end of the day that is.

“That’s enough for today Reagan, but I will stay here and do more research on the case with Dr. Adams and Peyton. Exchange phone numbers with Peyton. I expect the two of you to be in touch with each other outside of researching with us. Peyton will catch you up to speed when I’m not available to help due to the work that I have to put in on this case.

Peyton walked up to me with a smile on his face and I wanted nothing more than to slap it off. Harry had just deleted his number and him out of my life, but he always seems to find a way to weasel his way back in.

Notes

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