Harry's POV

"Harry!"

"Hey Camila," I mumbled as I sat down on the familiar chair, it was as uncomfortable as ever.

"So last time we made an agreement. You tell me what's up and I'll help you- do you remember that?" I hated the way she talked to me, like I was some baby or toddler.

"Yeah, I remember. It was only on Monday," she didn't notice the tone in which I talked to her, or my foreboding mood. She just started to write stuff down on her stupid notepad.

"Ok, so where should we start with all this. Some indication would be great!"

"Let's start around five years ago, my childhood isn't really important," I lied to her yet again, it was a common thing I did in her sessions. Lie to get myself out of conversations I didn't want to have. My childhood was a factor in what happened to me, what changed me.

"Well what happened five years ago?" She didn't know who I was, my story, my band. I wasn't surprised, she didn't seem like the type to listen to our music.

"I auditioned for X Factor..."

"And..."

"I got put in a band. Me, Niall, Liam, Louis and... Zayn," that hurt slightly, thinking back to the time when there was five on the stage and not the lonely four. The memories stung.

"Do you think your depression started after Zayn left?"

"No, it was a long time before that. A long time," I counted the years in my head. One. Two. Three. Four. Four years since my depression had started.

"Harry, I'm going to be blunt with you. What started this all?" She waved her hands around slightly as if she couldn't think of a word to sum up the things that went on inside my head.

"Larry," I admitted it. I couldn't lie to her anymore.

"Who's Larry?"

"More like what's Larry," I scoffed, she really didn't know any basic facts.

"Well how did Larry affect you, whatever it is?"

"It took my best friend away," I sighed, there it was. The start of the events that came after.

"How'd it do that?" Her questions were beginning to aggravate me.

"I don't think you know how hard it is to do anything with someone people are constantly rumoring to be your boyfriend. Management kept calling us, telling us to be apart and not be seen doing anything together. He got mad, I got mad. The press got involved, and when the press get involved things mess up. We just drifted apart," it was half the truth, the part I had rehearsed a million times.

The other half was a lot more complicated. I believed Larry was real, but Louis never did.