One Month Later
Niall's POV
One month ago, my mother sat my sister and I down so she could have a talk with us. She thought it would be best if we would sit down and talk to a therapist about everything we're feeling. She claimed that this was the only way that Perrie and I will get over her divorce with my evil father. Although that's not the reason why I'm upset, she continues to believe it is.
"Mum, this is stupid, why do I have to go?" I ask irritated with her.
"It's not stupid, Niall, you'll like it." She says, not taking her eyes off of the road.
"What gave you the idea that I needed this?" I roll my eyes at the women beside me.
"You and your sister are both going to deal with it, you both need it. Buddie is too young to understand."
"I don't want to go." I complain.
"Niall." She scolds me.
"Phoebe." I tease.
"Niall, stop." She shouts at me.
"Phoebe, you stop."
"Stop acting like this, Niall."
"Fine..." I mumble annoyed.
"Are we going to the toy store?" Buddie asks, tapping the glass, trying to get my mum to go there.
"No, Buddie."
"That's not fair. Broder and sissy get to go!" He complains, crossing his arms.
"You'll survive, brat." Perrie snaps at him.
"I'm not a brat! Mummy, she called me brat!" He whines.
"That's enough. We will sit in silence until we get there, not one word." My mother shouts.
After a few minutes of complete silence, my mother parks in front of a somewhat small, but somewhat large building.
"Are you two alright with getting everything settled?" She asks caring for the first time. Perrie and I nod, and walk into the building. I walk to the front desk, noticing the old lady's grey hair and grey eyes.
"Uhm, hi." I say awkwardly to the lady in front of me.
She refuses to look up at me, and croaks, "Name?"
"Niall Horan." I scratch my head, hoping no one I know is here.
"And yours?" She points to the little girl behind me.
"Oh, that's Perrie Horan." I say so my sister doesn't have to.
"I was asking her." She snaps.

Bitch.

"I'm Perrie Horan." The small voice says from behind me.
"Okay, Neil, you'll be with Dr. Stefany Lee, you can have a seat over there for now. Perrie, you'll be with Dr. Smith, you can take a seat for now." She smiles at Perrie, but not me.

Whatever, bitch.

She sits next to me, and reads some magazine while I'm busy looking around the room.

Is there anything I could do to kill the time?

"Perrie...Horan?" A woman calls out after entering the room. Perrie turns in her chair meeting the very tall women's eyes. I watch as the woman smiles at her."You must be Perrie. I'm your psychologist, Dr. Smith. But you can call me Sophia if you prefer." Perrie leaves me alone, and disappears on the other side of the door with her doctor person. I decide to check the time after sitting bored for what it seems like forever.

4:05 PM
Wasn't my appointment supposed to start five minutes ago?

"Excuse me, lady person, where the hell is my doctor?" I yell from across the empty waiting room.
"With a patent, just be patient."She croaks, and starts to cough uncontrollably. I ignore it, and stare at the broken flat-screen television for twenty minutes. I eventually get bored, and decide to play musical chairs with myself. I push all the chair's backs against the opposite side's line of chairs, and start walking around the chairs humming some random song. I stop walking, and take a seat.
"You're out!" I point at the air pretending there is a person there. I stand up again, and remove one of the chairs, continuing my walking and humming.

This is what happens when you leave a seventeen-year-old bored, and alone in an empty waiting room.

"Ni...yall?" A voice calls out. I look over seeing an extremely tall blonde haired lady. She chuckles looking at me.

Well, fix the damn television if you have a problem with it.

"Come with me, Niall." She continues to chuckle. I stand up making my way to her.
"Dang kids always making messes." The older lady at the desk complains.
I roll my eyes following the blonde lady.
"Here's my room." She points after a minute of going through a maze. "Take a seat." She says after we entered the room.
I take my seat in the soft chair, while she turns her seat to face me. "Hi, Niall, I'm Doctor Lee, call me Stefany though." She smiles.
"I'm Niall, but everyone calls me gay faggot so I guess you'll end up calling me that anyways."
"No, no, no, I won't call you that." She reassures me.
"Yeah, that's because you're paid to make me better." I sass, annoyed with the women.
"You're funny, why would I call you that?" She asks, looking confused.
"Because I'm gay." I repeat myself.
"Oh, really?" She scoots closer in her chair.

Why did she do that?

"Yes, and my ex was a boy." I say truthfully.
"Tell me about it." I watch as she gets out a clipboard to write everything down.

Don't tell her too much, Ni.

"Well, my ex and I were best friends since the third grade so we've known each other for a while now. We grew closer after the years went by, and that's when he came out of the closet, admitting he was bisexual. That was two years ago, when I was fifteen maybe. He then said he was in mad love with me, and I kept saying no to him. He was bullied for being gay, and everyone thought I was gay because my best friend was so then I started getting bullied. A year after him desperately begging for me, I finally decided just to make him happy by saying yes. We started dating, and I realized I actually loved him too. And not only that, I figured out I was gay by that. Then one night he decides we should go to our first ever high school party. I drank a little, but unlike my boyfriend, he got drunk, and tried drugs for the first time. He started getting addicted to drinking and drugs to where his father found out, and tried to stop him and everything. Unfortunately, he didn't stop. Then he started to abuse me, and we became an off and on relationship. Meaning one time he said he loved me more than anything, when he wasn't high, and then he said he hated me, when he was high. Although I knew he was on drugs, and he didn't really mean what he said it still affected me. I started cutting myself, and often thought about suicide. Then one time, or the last time, he came over to my house, with me not knowing if he was high or drunk, said he had to talk to me. Then he chickened out, and ran off. I texted his father seeing if he had just gone home but after seven months of not knowing an answer, I assumed that he either killed himself or ran away. Ever since seven months ago, I've been having these dreams and flashbacks of every time we ever spent together, and I can't help but cry and miss him and dwell on the past of how I could've stopped this from all happening. I can't even smile anymore, I'm so stupid. So, I am pretty sure that's his way of showing me he wanted to break up. I don't want to although he hurt me, and made me turn gay, and got me bullied, and made me lose my virginity, I miss him and I want him back . I wish he was here again even though he was on drugs, and drank a lot. I just wish he was here again. I can't do this anymore, I need him. But I'm fine, I don't need therapy or anything." I start, and then finish crying my eyes out.

Way to go, Niall, you've told the girl too much.

"Okay, obviously you do need this, and you are not okay. The first step is realizing you have a problem." She sighs, giving up with writing everything down.
"But I don't have a problem, I'm perfectly fine." I wipe away the tears from my red eyes.
She nods her head slowly. "You're in denial."
"What does that mean?" I stupidly ask.
"Denial? It means you are denying the fact you have a problem. You have a problem, but you won't admit it to yourself."
"Oh...But I don't."
"Yeah, I know, what time is it?" She asks suddenly.
I look down at my watch. "4:40. Why?"
"Sorry, Niall, I was supposed to be with my next patient ten minutes ago, I've been running late today. Sorry our session was late, I promise next week it won't be like this." She apologizes.
"Wait, next week?" I ask confused.
"Yes, do you want it the same time next week? I'll schedule it for an hour, we've got a lot to talk about."
"Aren't you going to discharge me? I'm fine, you even said I was."
"No, Niall, I'm not discharging you. I'll see you next Monday at four, bye." She says, signalling for me to leave. I follow her as she shows me the exit. I push the door open, and look for my mother's car.
Just great.
"Niall, where's mum?" Perrie shouts from the other side of the parking lot.
"I don't know, do you have your phone?" I ask walking towards her.
"Yeah, I'll call her." After standing in the freezing cold for five minutes she says, "She's going to be here soon."
"Ugh." I complain, shivering. I watch all of the cars pass, finally seeing my mother's enter the parking lot. Perrie and I run toward the car, and enter it shivering crazily.
"Sorry, Buddie had a fit when I went to buy groceries." I sit myself in the second row in the middle seat beside both of my siblings. "When are your appointments?" My mum asks.
"Next Monday at three." Perrie says quietly.
"Mine is next Monday at four."
"Okay, I'm glad you two are going to get better." My mother says happily.

I'm fine, why won't anyone understand that?

Liam's POV
"Sir, papers?" The man asks me. I shove the papers in the man's hands. "License?" I hand him the license from my wallet. "Liam Payne, right?"
"Yes." I mumble.
"Step in the metal detector." I listen to officer, and enter the rectangular shaped detector. "Okay, clear." I watch as another officer comes toward me, and waves a wand over me.
"Clear, you may go. It's the room on the left." The officer says.
I nod my head once, and walk down the hall. I enter the small room, closing the door behind me, and taking a seat in a chair.
"Right here." A tall man says, pushing a man in the other side of the room.
"God, don't kill me." I hear Harry scoff at the man. He turns his head, meeting my eyes. He sits down in the seat, and gulps loudly.
"You don't even know how much I want to slap you, you are lucky there is glass separating us." I hold the handles on the seat tightly.
"Liam, I don't even know what happened. I swear, I never meant for this to happen. I'm so sorry, Liam-"

"No, you're not. You told me you went to get help. Why the fuck did you have drugs on you!?"
"Is Mikey okay-"
"You lied to me, Harry." I begin to cry.
"I had no idea I still had them." He says truthfully.
"Why did you even have them?"
"I don't know, Liam-"
"You know, stop making up excuses. Were they yours?" I ask, trying to calm down.
"Yes, bu-"
"I thought you got help." I mock him.
"I did, but I didn't even realize I had them." He tries to explain. "I guess I forgot to take them out before and after rehab, but I swear I didn't have them before."
I run my hand through my hair and ask him, "Did they discharge you?"
"Yes, they said I was better, and I don't even want them anymore. I never want to do that to myself ever again." Harry begins to cry.
"Please explain to me why I no longer have possession of my daughter." I exhale, trying not to cry again.
"We were playing around, and then she slipped and fell on her knee. Then the cops came because they've been looking for me, and they took her away because they thought she was getting abused. I explained to a lady who works for the Child Protective Service that she had just fallen. She looked at her birth certificate, finally believing me that the child belongs to you. She looked at your permanent record, and found it clean. I explained that I was watching her, and then she had to look at through my permanent record. I don't know if you met her already, she said she would investigate your home, and ask you questions. They won't find anything, so you should be able to get her back. I'm so sorry." Harry explains, sobbing through the whole explanation.
"I met up with her already." I say, looking down at my shoes. "Who called the police?" I ask confused.
"One of the neighbors recognized me from the newspaper. Jeremy Adams, I think his name is." I look back up at Harry to see that he was still crying.
"How long do you have to be in here?" I ask.
"Uhm, I think a year or so." He finally stops crying.
"How much is bail?" I shuffle around in my chair.
"Probably a lot..." He mumbles.
"God, are you okay?"I finally ask.
I look up at Harry, noticing how hard it was to hold back his tears. "No." He whispers. "I keep puking every ten minutes."
"Are you sick?" I ask confused.
"No...I'm-"
"I'm lonely without you and Mikey." I wipe a tear from my eye.
"I know, but I promise you'll get Mikey back soon." He reassures me with a consoling grin.

I smile back at him."I might be able to get her back today because I have an appointment with the CPS lady after this."
"That's good, I have to go back to my reality of puking everything that's left in my body." Harry frowns.
"I hope I get her back, and I'll visit again soon. It took a lot to visit once, one whole month..." I trail off, and smile at Harry. "I'll see you soon...I love you." I admit as I stand up from the chair.
"Get Mikey back!" He smiles back at me. My smile fades when I notice something. I cock an eyebrow as I notice it.
"Uh, Harry?" I let out awkwardly.
"Huh?" He asks, turning back around to face me.
"Uhm, never mind." I decide not to say anything, so I won't offend him.
"Bye, Liam." He whispers.
"Bye, Harry." I frown, and turn the other direction to leave the small room. I walk down the same hall as earlier, getting checked for weapons again. The officer hands me my license and papers back.
"Clear, have a nice day, sir." The officer says in the same tone of voice. I smile at the man, and walk out of the prison. I enter my car, and buckle up.

I will get her back, nothing is stopping me.

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