Sweet Dreams

Prologue - Session One

Liam's POV

What have I gotten myself into?

I never meant for any of this to happen. Hell, I was just trying to do my bloody job. A job I knew I should've never fucking took.

But what else could I have done? I was jobless, practically broke and desperate. My years working as a therapist in a failing clinic were cut short and I was tossed away like the piece of garbage that I convinced myself I was.

My circle of friends was scarce and limited. I used my time in college to study and hardly ever went out of my way to socialize. I had my friends, I didn't want more. It was ironic really, a shrink with trust issues, who would think that was real? I couldn't help but keep my guard up. I've been cheated on in all four relationships I've ever had and it definitely took a toll on my self-confidence. Yet that didn't stop me from pursuing my career in helping other people, until life decided to put a stop to it itself.

I was jobless for what seemed like ages. Rent was getting closer and my resources where getting thinner. I was about to drop dead on the spot until I found an ad for a therapist wanted in a nut house, while skimming through a newspaper I had.

As a therapist, I was ecstatic. There was nothing more than I liked than exploring the human brain through different life experiences. Yes, some cases turn out to be quite...difficult, but nothing could have ever prepared me for my case.

And as someone who was in desperate need of a job, I immediately sent an email to the mental home, and after a long week of interviewing and paper work, I had been informed I was hired.

Now, I was lucky enough the people working there gave me a choice whether or not I wanted to live there and I decided against it after accidentally overhearing a few staff members complaining about how they couldn't sleep with some of the patients yellings.

For my first therapy session, I knew it was a test-drive. A man in a business suit sat quietly in an arm chair at the corner of the little office I was given. The walls were bare and lacking of personality, but this was no place to decorate. Anyway, my first patient was a boy named Niall. He was a quiet boy who kept to himself and spoke only when spoken to, with a lot of trouble at first. I managed to make him warm up to me and he confessed he heard voices in his head, telling him to do bad things. I asked him if he could hear anything now. He nodded and shamefully told me the voice was yelling at his poor self, telling him to hurt me.

I wasn't scared. I could tell Niall was harmless. I read on his file he was admitted here no less than three months ago and the cause was his parents, who couldn't stand seeing him like this anymore. I decided to focus this first session solely on the blond boy in front of me. The man sat there with a stoic expression on his face and I wasn't sure what that was supposed to mean.

I learnt that Mr. Hugh's neutral expression wasn't something to be concerned about. His neutralness was just about as good as a grin. My session with Niall had gone well, and I had my job.

After mere four weeks of working here, I had developed a routine. I'd see patient after patinet and every single one of them was so...different. They all had different stories and with different stories come different approaches. Luckily, I considered myself a good enough therapist to make myself believe I was doing a good job. Two patients had been discharged on my account in a month, and that was something I was proud of.

After a week or so, I had been informed I was getting a new patient. It was random and honestly unprofessional, since this patients last therapist couldn't go on and do his job properly. I had no other choice but to accept the new patient with open arms.

His name was Louis Tomlinson. Louis was a very particular boy. He was a sweet and caring boy who was too naive for his own good. When I first saw him, I wondered what he was doing here. He was young and looked blissful, too blissful to be here. He was polite; He introduced himself with a grin,

'Hello,' He had said, 'I'm Louis.'

What surprised me was how open he was. He didn't hide anything from me and he wasn't a hard shell to crack. I wondered if this was a mistake, him being here, but I soon realized it was no mistake at all.

As I normally would, I asked Louis what his interest were. I usually did this with patients so I could get to know them better and have a deeper understanding at what their 'problem' is. Louis seemed, to me, like a person who liked a lot of things. I was expecting him to say something as mundane as singing or dancing, (He seemed like the type who would enjoy both of these activities, which he did, as he told me moments later).

"I like dreaming." He said.

"And why is that?" I asked, intrigued. I leant forward and had my black pen clutched tightly to my hand, begging to tattoo it's ink permanently on my notebook.

"Because I see him in my dreams."

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I never knew how much one boy could change my life, but when I did, I wish I would've never taken this goddamn job.

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