Restless [Reckless Sequel] || Harry Styles AU (DISCONTINUED)

ya'll, when I said "restless", I meant restless...
Comment as you go bc this chapter is v emotion-filled!! 💖

// songs: saturn–sleeping at last, alright–logic, left alone–flume (video on the top)

"I used to think the worst feeling in the world was losing someone you love. But I was wrong. The worst feeling is the moment that you realize you've lost yourself."

*italics are flashbacks

Seattle, Washington
October 29th, 2015
9:55 AM

Jess

"Do you have any questions, Jessica?"

Jessica.

"Do you have any questions about what you're feeling?"

Oh, Dr. Reyna. I assure you, I feel nothing.

"Do you want to talk about what you did yesterday afternoon? I heard you went to fashion week."

I was also held hostage yesterday.

It would probably be smart to start talking and cooperating if I wanted to leave some point soon. Especially since we hadn't started off this session very well.

When I got here, I walked into the room and freaked the hell out when she closed the door. That was the reason why the door was now open a crack. It was my thing now—keeping doors open.

"I've been to a shrink before," I said nonchalantly, breaking my silence.

I looked down at my fingernails. "I know how it works. I don't talk...I come back two days later, and we try again. You're not going to ask me direct questions, but more of ones that will lead to the traumatic event I experienced."

She allowed me to take a moment to collect my thoughts. Dr. Reyna crossed her legs and repositioned her notepad on her lap. A thoughtful expression resided on her face. She was ready to break me down.

I took a deep breath. "I'm in Seattle. I was born and raised here. The police officer in...in New York told my manager that I should go home. I guess that's why I'm here. As cheesy as it sounds, for me at least, home is where your family is. And my family isn't here."

"Your parents are dead, right?" He asked with nonchalance.

I nodded.

"So are mine."

"I'm sorry."

"It hurts doesn't it?"

Conversation is good. Conversation is good.

"Sometimes," I said.

"You're lying." He didn't say his words in a threatening way, but as if I'd just told some crazy hyperbole.

John shifts his weight onto his right leg. "The way both of our parents died does not settle well with us. We're stuck always wondering why it happened. Wrong place, wrong time..."

I licked my lips and didn't dare move. I tried not to look at the gun at his side.

"Our parents were murdered. We're brother and sister. We need to be reconnected with our families."