"Baby?" Luke calls into the room cautiously. I don't want to deal with him, still upset, even though it's been days, so I just pretend to be asleep. He sighs and comes over, kneeling next to the bed- my face is turned the other way, so he can't see me- and rests his hand on my back, rubbing gently. "I'm so fucking stupid." He mutters, and I silently agree in my head.

"Rosy, princess, it's time to wake up, baby. Dinner time, Cmon." He calls gently and I groan.

"I'm not hungry, leave me alone." I grumble and he sighs.

"You hardly ate at lunch sweet pea, and besides, I'm not even really allowed to let you skip dinner so Cmon. I can bring it to you if you'd like? And we can just eat in here by ourselves?" He offers.

"I definitely don't want to do that." I huff and stand up, marching to the door and waiting for him to open it and then silently following him to the cafeteria, where I again silently pick at my food.

"Rosy, please eat, you need food." He sighs and I glare at him. "I know what I said was wrong and horrible and I'm really sorry I hurt you, I wasn't thinking and I shouldn't have said anything like that and I'll never hurt you again. You know I care about you and I don't really believe that and I can't tell you how sorry I am and how stupid I feel. And you have every right to be upset, but please, please stop being mad at me." Luke whispers and I clench my jaw, standing with my tray and throwing the remainder of my food away, waiting for Luke to come unlock the cafeteria door with his key card so I can go back to my room. With a sigh, he does so, throwing away his food as well.

"Honey, please, I didn't mean it."

"You wouldn't have said it if you weren't thinking it." I grumble quietly, feeling tears sting my eyes.

"You know i don't-"

"I wanna go talk to mr. Styles." I cut him off and he frowns.

"Y-you do?" He asks and I nod, sniffling and wiping a tear off my cheek.

"I- Scarlett if you're thinking about trying to tell on me or something- I could get in trouble- which I know I deserve but baby really I didn't mean- and we wouldn't want to risk me getting reassigned-"

"You're just worried about your stupid job and your stupid grades, you don't care about me or whether or not you stay assigned to me. You probably wish you would get transferred if it wouldn't get put on your record so you don't have to deal with my spoiled, childish, delusional ass, don't you?! Just let me talk to mr. Styles!" I argue, sobbing and covering my face.

"Roast you know that's not true! Baby please, I really think we should talk about this before-" he reaches out, trying to hug me, and I bat his hand away.

"Don't touch me!" I yell and he cringes.

"Scarlett stop! Okay?! I'll get Harry, just don't yell, someone will hear." He grumbles, running his hands over his face.

I sniffle and ignore him as he stands, and I can feel his eyes on me as he pauses before leaving the room, and I hear the lock click.

I lay back and wait, wondering if mr. Styles is coming. Maybe he's with someone and will be a while.

It's about ten minutes before there's a knock and mr. Styles is gently opening the door.

"Scarlett? Luke said you asked to see me?" He says gently as he steps in and I sit up.

"What's going on?" He asks and I sniffle.

"Lukes trying to get me to forgive him and he's making me upset." I mumble and he nods.

"Do you mind if I sit?" He asks, gesturing towards the bed, and I nod and scoot over.

"What is Luke doing to make you upset?" He asks and he gently wraps a hand around my waist. I sniffle and lean into him a bit.

"He just keeps saying he's sorry and didn't mean it and he won't leave me alone." I explain. "But I don't forgive him, he was mean and- and- he wouldn't have said those things if he-he didn't me-means them. Why do-does he think I be-belong here? I d-didn't do anything!" I cry and lean into the comforting touch.

"Oh, I know, love. It sounds like you're needing some space right now and mr. Hemmings isn't respecting your boundaries, is that right?" He says and I nod.

"I don't think you belong here darling. You didn't do anything to deserve this, and im going to help you, okay?" He whispers and I sniffle and nod, leaning in more and glancing up at him.

"B-but luke u-used to say that t-too and... it still hurts." I mumble.

"I know." He rubs my back, up and down, comforting me. It breifly occurs to me that this is the sort of stuff luke says him and I shouldn't do, would get in trouble for if we got caught, and I wonder if those rules are actually important, since it seems both Luke and mr. Styles are fine with breaking them.

"I'm sorry he hurt you. Is there anything I can do to help you feel better?"

I think breifly and frown, wondering if I'm about to get myself in trouble, but then decide it's worth it.

"Do you think- well, I had this caregiver before, and she raised me basically, and I haven't been able to see her in a long time... could I... is there a way... you could let me see her?" I ask timidly and mr. Styles smiles gently.

"I think I could make that happen." He says in a warm tone and I smile brightly and hug him.

"Thankyou Mr. Styles!" I grin and he wraps his arms around me and pets my hair.

"You can call me Harry, love." He says as I pull away and I smile and nod.

"Thankyou so much, Harry."

"Of course, love." He says as he leans down to kiss my cheek, and I feel mine turn red. He smirks and taps to his own and I hesitantly lean forward to kiss his as well.

I've only ever done anything like this with Luke, cheek kissing and cuddling like this. Of course as a child I cuddled juliette but this is... much different. And this feels different than when it does with Luke. My stomach feels weird and I feel almost nauseous, I wonder if it's a good thing?

"I have to go now, but I'm glad you reached out to me, and I hope you feel better, sweetheart. You feel free to ask for me whenever you please, okay? You're my favorite patient, I'll make sure to be here for you whenever you need me." He smiles and I grin and nod, feeling that nauseous feeling again.

He smiles, hugs me one last time, and leaves.

Luke comes in as soon as he's left and frowns worriedly at me.

"Are you okay?" He asks and I raise an eyebrow.

"Why?"

"You've never asked to see a therapist before..." he trails off and I shrug.

Normally, I would talk to Luke about the weird way Harry makes me feel, and I want to, but I don't think I'm in any mood with him to do so right now.

"Why're you such an ass." I grumble and he cringes. He comes to kneel in front of me and I avoid eye contact.

"I know I am, honey, and I really am really sorry. It's just- a staff member nearly saw you running like that and it really scared me. I care about you rose, more than just as a job, you know that. I don't want to get reassigned, you know I like spending time with you, and I don't want you to end up with someone who won't know who you are or understand you or think you belong here as a caregiver. And I don't want to not get to see you anymore. So it scared me and I got upset and said really stupid things, and it wasn't okay. And I'll never do it again, okay? I promise."

"I still don't understand why you would say those things if you don't think them."

"I- I promise I don't think that, baby, okay? When people get upset they- they say things to try to hurt people-"

"Why would you say things to try to hurt me?! That doesn't make any sense and if-if you cared about me you wouldn't!" I argue.

"Honey, I-I know. I'm sorry, that was terrible, I don't know what you want me to say, but I care about you, you know I do-"

"I want you to go away." I grumble and he frowns.

"Baby please, I hate you being mad at me, can we please just talk-"

"You've talked. If you don't want me to be mad at you don't be an ass." I sniffle.

"Then you talk, rosy, tell me how you're feeling, yell at me, just talk, let's figure this out, okay?" He begs and I shake my head and turn to crawl under my covers.

"I'm going to sleep. Go away." I say and he sighs.

"I- you haven't had a good cuddle in a while, have you? You can be mad at me while we cuddle, and you can sleep, okay? I'll leave when you're-"

"I can get cuddles from someone else, leave me alone."

"Cuddles from someone else? Who else? What-"

"Go away luke! I need space and you're not respecting my boundaries." I repeat Harry's phrasing from earlier and Luke goes silent. He sighs, taking his hand off of where it was resting on my back over the covers, and leaves.