Distraction (A W2S Fanfic) (DISCONTINUED)

SEVEN (ABIGAIL)

"Harry, come on, I can tell you're hungry," I rummaged through the bag of food and held out the fries that he insisted on buying for me, to which he shook his head. He leaned back on the headrest of the driver's seat and let out a long breath.

"Not hungry."

I frowned, lowering the box slightly. His expression changed when he noticed, and he quickly reached over, grabbing the fries from my hand and shoveling some into his mouth.

"You don't have to do that just to make me feel better," I giggled, though, at his attempt to please me.

"It's fine," He shrugged. The sun had already set, so as we drove in the night, the soft music from the radio was the only sound that could be heard for a while. He was driving me back to my office, so I knew I didn't have much time.

"So..."

His eyes glazed over at the word, almost as if he was living through a memory. Like a flashback.

He snapped out of it and took a hand off of the wheel to run it through his dirty blonde hair. His blue eyes remained on the road ahead, and he spoke. "It's not as bad as I made it seem. I overreacted."

I stayed quiet, hoping he'd take it as a sign to say more. Luckily, he did.

"Freezy's been on my ass about getting over Kate. He thinks I've been sulking for too long, and he set me up on a blind date without telling me, expecting me to be okay with it. I mean, I like to think I'm over Kate, so the fact that he felt the need to do that gave me second thoughts. I don't know...I just want to forget about her. I was doing so well."

He was holding something back, I could tell. Sure, a lot of it had to do with his ex-girlfriend, but there was clearly something else bothering him. Stress, maybe?

"Do you want advice, or just to get it off your chest?" I asked.

It was a question I asked all of my patients whenever they were upset. With the way his hands were tightly gripping the steering wheel, or the way his eyebrows were furrowed as he talked, he was definitely in a bad mood. I didn't want to risk anything.

"I wouldn't mind some advice if it's going around," He said, giving me his fake smirk to try and lighten the mood.

"Just talk with him about it," I assured him. "Look, I know it may seem scary, but if he's really your friend, he'll understand that you still aren't ready."

He raised an eyebrow and turned to look at me briefly. "It's that simple?"

I nodded and he blinked, almost trying to convince himself that I was wrong. He did that a lot.

"Friends are meant to support each other. He probably did it because he thought it would help you, Harry."

I reached over and rested a hand on his shoulder, but quickly pulled away when he tensed.

Okay, note to self. He doesn't trust you yet.

"Sorry," I whispered. How was it so hard? With everyone else, it was easy to understand what made them comfortable, but Harry was an unsolvable puzzle.

"I guess he tried his best," Harry muttered, not even acknowledging my awkward exchange. "Maybe I should apologize to him."

I smiled at that. "That'd be a good start. Doesn't it feel good to get this off your chest?"

"Not as good as you think it does, probably."

"I think you're trying to make yourself seem tougher by denying the truth."