I run a hand through my messy hair as I walk down the halls behind Luke towards the lunch hall.

"What are they serving today?" I ask him, and he shrugs.

"Pizza? I don't remember." He mutters, rubbing his eye.

"You sleepy?" I giggle. He glares at me with his pretty blue eyes as I feign innocence, raising my brows curiously.

"Yeah, one of my crazies was making a ruckus this morning." He rolls his eyes.

"A ruckus? Are you sixty?" I tease, pushing him.

"Hey! Don't do that out here, someone might see you and think you're freaking out or something." I roll my eyes at him, but I know it's true. "And nearly, with the way you're aging me. I swear my hair is falling out. My stress lines have stress lines." He jokes.

"You still look good though, you hot old man." I giggle as he rolls his eyes and pretends to flip his hair.

"Damn right I do." He chuckles.

"And don't call me one of your crazies, you dick." I glare at him, and his face goes from joking to serious in seconds.

"Don't fucking cuss at me, Scarlett rose." He warns, and I roll my eyes. "I mean it! I will revoke your icecream privileges." I pout at his threat, but give in and apologize.

"Speaking of crazies, you have a meeting with the therapist after lunch." I stop walking and turn to look at him.

"Luke no! Please, please don't make me!" I beg, tugging on his shirt.

"You have to, rose. I don't know why you hate him so much." He says is a gently tone, with a stern but soft look on his face.

"He's not there to help! He acts like he's trying to help and be your best friend but he really just takes whatever you say to him and twists it so you get privileges taken away or they put you in isolation or-"

"Love, calm down." Luke shushes my loud, panicked tone. "I don't know about that, but if you want I can see if we can change you to the other therapist?"

"No, she's a bitch too, she's maybe even worse. They all do it, Luke! All of it is so fucking sick, they're not helping the people who actually need help, and they're wasting recourses on people who don't need them." I grumble, and Luke sighs.

"You're cussing, Scarlett. I mean it, knock that shit off. You know why." Luke gives me his best threatening look. "And I don't know what to tell you. I can't do anything about it. But you have to go see mr. styles whether you like it or not."

"Fine. But you can't make me talk to him." I say childishly, crossing my arms.

"Scarlett, you're only making it harder on yourself. If you don't talk he can take away privileges for not cooperating, you know that. Please just try to play along? You don't have to tell him anything real, but try not to get in trouble. Makes my life harder too." Luke attempts to reason with me, and I groan.

"Whatever." I mumble and we finally make it to the lunch hall. Luke and I both grab a tray and fill it with whatever mediocre food they have today, which is in fact pizza.

I try to hold back my smirk as I realize that with the greasy food, I may be able to escape a therapy session.

Luke and I eat our lunch in silence and I make sure to eat slowly to hold off my session and make my story believable, and when I'm done, I fake a pout and a groan, running a hand through my hair.

"Alright, rosy, lets go. I'll be waiting outside for you if that makes you feel any better, alright?" Luke says when he returns to me after dumping both our trays.

"Mh." I let out the small sound of complaint as I lay my head on the table, putting an arm over my stomach. "Okay." I mutter, turning around over the bench of the table and standing, following Luke towards the shrinks office.

We pass the bathroom and keep walking and i wait a few seconds before turning around and running into the bathroom.

The bathroom is sound proof so I don't bother trying to fake sick noises, but I come out a few minutes later and put in my best horrible look.

"You good?" Luke raises an eyebrow suspiciously.

"I got sick." I mutter. Luke looks me over with a worried look before grabbing my arm and yanking me towards him, leaning his face down right in front of me, only a couple centimeters away. It'd only take me leaning forward to be kissing him, and he lays a hand on my waist.

I let out a shaky breath in surprise and shock and Luke smirks and pulls away.

"No you didn't, your breath smells fine. Nice try though. Let's go."

I groan. "You suck."

"No, I do my job. I'm sorry, princess, I would've let you get away with it, but I've let you out of therapy too many times. It'll be fine." He assures, and we continue silently as I pout, and make it to mr styles office.

Luke opens the door and pushes me inside.

"Hello, Luke, Scarlett rose, how are you this afternoon?" The brown haired man greets with a polite smile.

I refuse to answer, crossing my arms and staring at the floor as i leans back into Luke who's standing behind me. "We're just fine, Harry. How about you?" Luke greets warmly, and i roll my eyes.

"I'm doing good. You ready to start, Scarlett?" I sigh and shrug, and Luke pinches my waist discreetly.

"Cooperate, Scarlett. I mean it." He warns in a whisper. "She's not feeling too well physically today but she'll be alright." He addresses mr styles. "I'm right outside if you need me." The blonde pushes me in further and closes the door behind me, and I sigh and stand against it uncomfortably.

"Would you like to sit, sweetheart?" I glare at the floor but take the seat in front of his desk.

"How are you feeling?" He asks simply.

"Fine."

"Could you give me an emotion please? You know I don't like words like "good" or "bad" or "fine". All emotions are good, I would like you to tell me what your emotion is right now." (An actual thing a shrink said to me when I went one time)

I force myself not to roll my eyes. "Annoyed." I give him a harsh look. He nods.

"Why are you annoyed?"

"I don't like therapy."

"Would you like to explain why?" He raises an eyebrow and I try not to glare.

"I don't like being... interrogated. I don't- I don't want to talk about how I feel with you. It's not like you actually care."

"Scarlett, I do care, I want to help you."

"You don't, it's just your job."

"Just like it's just Luke's job to take care of you, but you know he cares about you as well, don't you?" He asks and I inhale, clenching my teeth.

"Let's move on." He relents and I nod.

"And how have you been feeling the past couple weeks? Overall."

"I don't know, dude." I mumble, rolling my eyes.

"Scarlett, why I'm asking is because I want you to be able to identify your emotion and deal with them reasonably, instead of lashing out." I bite my lip to avoid saying something rude, knowing it'll work against me.

"Okay." I mutter, not looking at him. He stands and comes around so he's in front of me, leaning against his desk.

"I do care, Scarlett, and I do want to help you. You know, I'm the only person who can help you make it out of here, but you have to cooperate with me." I frown and look up at him as he speaks. This is new.

"What do you mean?" I raise an eyebrow, maintaining eye contact for probably the first time ever.

"I can clear you, love. Tell them that you have not inherited your mother's infirmities. But only if you'll cooperate with me. Do you understand? Ill promise to be reasonable, but you'll have to as well. And I will make sure you're released, if you just do as I say, work with me." He promises in a kind voice.

"I-I understand." I mumble, not knowing what to think. I've never been told it was possible for me to be cleared and released, why has no one done this sooner?

"Do you agree? This is the only chance you'll ever get to get out of here, Scarlett. You'll spend the rest of your life here otherwise." He warns.

"I-I... Yeah. Yes." I nod, smiling gently. He smiles too, laying a hand on my cheek. It surprises me, and I glance up at him with shocked eyes.

"Smart girl. You won't regret it. But you have to promise me something else?" I nod eagerly and he smiles.

"You can't tell anyone about our arrangement. Not Luke. No one. I promise If anyone finds out, it won't be up to me anymore. They'll never let you out. You don't want that, do you?"

I frown. "Luke wouldn't- I mean, he won't stop me from getting out-

"I know he wouldn't try to do anything to hurt you on purpose, Scarlett, but like I said, it will be out of my control. If you talk to him about it, you will not be able to leave." He explains and I nod, listening. I don't really understand, but I try to trust him. It's my only hope, isn't it? And he knows a lot more about this then me.

"No. I won't tell." I promise, and he nods.

"Good girl. Smart, sweet girl." He tugs a piece of my hair gently before stepping away.

"Let's quit early today. I'll give you time to think about and appreciate what I'm doing for you. And I'll tell Luke you were good." He smiles, and I smile back. Maybe he's not so bad.

He leads me to the door with a hand on my lower back and opens it, guiding me out gently.

"How'd it go? You're done early."

"Yes, it went very well. Scarlett was very cooperative today. We got through everything I had planned to quickly." Mr styles explains. Luke smiles at me and nods.

"Lovely. We'll see you next week then." Luke smiles, shaking Harry's hand and then leading me away.

"You did good?"

"Yeah. I just- played along. Like you said." I mutter. I'm not really used to lying, but it's not too hard, especially when it's worth it.

I don't understand why I can't tell Luke though. He wants me to get out too, why would he make it so I can't leave if I told him?

But I decide I can't risk messing up my chances. Maybe I can ask for more detail later. In the mean time, I'll lie.

"What'd you talk about?"

"He asked me what my emotions have been like the past week and told me he wants to help me be able to identify and control my emotions. And we talked about a plan for the next few weeks on how he intends to help me do that." Luke nods and smiles.

"See? He's not so bad. Now, let's go get icecream." He grins at me and I smile back, nodding.