Therapy (Larry Stylinson)

Chapter 5 - Confessions

‘Harry, you have to go. You can’t miss this session.’ Harry’s mom was talking to his son as he put the covers over his bed.

‘I don’t wanna go.’

‘Why ? Did something go wrong the last time ?’

 

I just can’t face him after nearly strangling his friend to death.

‘No.’

‘Then you’re going. It’ll make you feel better.’

‘Doubt it.’ Harry mumbled before getting up. He was considering seeing only Zayn at this point. He knew Zayn didn’t care much about him, maybe that’d be easier. But again, it was already too late. He wanted Louis and he didn’t want anyone else, nor did he want anyone else to have him. Whatever that meant.

On the drive to his therapist, Harry was shaking. What was Louis thinking ? Did he hate him now ? Was he afraid of him ? The thoughts were filling his head he felt spinning.

When he parked, he did what Louis had told him several times. He put his hand on his heart, breathed in, breathed out and opened his eyes after a few seconds to see that he was back to himself again. No matter how long that would last.

‘Harry, come in.’ Louis said when the boy entered the office. He was talking with the woman in the front desk Harry registered to be Perrie from her badge, and straightened his back. The sight before that, Harry could have put up with just fine, him bent over the desk, perking his bum as he laughed…Harry shook his head and entered the room after shaking Louis’ hand as usual.

‘So Harry, what do you think we should talk about today ?’ Louis asked with a concerned look Harry didn’t like so much.

‘Probably me losing it in front of your boy- your friend ?’ He could have puked at the mention of the word. ˋI promise I didn’t mean to, I just…’ He added.

‘What ? Tell me.’ Louis said as he put his hand on Harry’s and looked straight into his eyes. He was treating him like he was the most fragile person in the world, careful not to hurt him, careful not to go too harsh and careful not to scare him off.

‘I’ve been thinking about…stuff. And I can’t get it out of my head and it’s driving me crazy.’ Harry admitted.

‘Stuff like what ?’

‘I’ve always hated it when people say they care about me but then they show how much they care about someone else. It hurts.’

‘Don’t you think someone can care about more than one person ?’ Louis asked, still holding Harry’s hand, rubbing his thumb gently in a soothing pattern.

‘Not in the same way. If I care about someone, I only care about that person in that way. The other people, I just don’t mind them.’ Louis laughed and Harry frowned. He was being very serious and didn’t like Louis mocking him.