Distraction (A W2S Fanfic) (DISCONTINUED)

ELEVEN (ABIGAIL)

Hi all! So, since I've been behind on updating, here's another chapter. Am I moving too fast? Let me know your thoughts!

Harry was silent when I finished my rant about Linda. I told him all about how I felt like it was my fault, and how I couldn't seem to catch a break. It...was hard, considering I was supposed to be helping him, but he was right. It was good to let it out.

I even managed to keep myself from crying.

"That's..." He took a deep breath in. "A lot."

I cringed. "I know, I know, I'm sorry I just—"

"No, no, you're fine," He moved his hand to rest on my leg but paused, awkwardly pulling it away and wiping his palms on his joggers. "Sorry. I'm not used to this whole comforting thing."

"No need," I turned to look away from him, thankful that the room was dark so he couldn't see the blush on my cheeks. Victoria decided it would be a good idea to embarrass me in front of him, talking about 'off limits' as if I had a chance.

Let's just face the facts. I liked Harry.

But this had happened before. Once. I swore off of catching feelings for any of my patients. I didn't necessarily know Harry that well, though it felt like I did, but there was something about him that drew me to him. I wondered if it was the way his eyes lit up whenever I was around, because whether he wanted to admit it or not, I was helping him. That was my job.

Nothing more.

"Wanna go get something to eat?" He asked.

I bit my lip and nodded, listening to the muffled music coming from downstairs. I giggled. "Victoria will think I abandoned her."

He smirked, running a hand through his hair. "I don't think it'll be a problem. She's all over Josh."

We both heard a door slam and laughed, knowing that it was most likely Josh trying to get away from Victoria. I'd have to talk to her later about boundaries.

"McDonald's?" I suggested.

"Yup," He quickly stood to his feet and smiled, seemingly in a good mood. I was glad I was able to pull him from his dark thoughts.

Something told me he wouldn't be needing me soon.

He'd recovered faster than most of my patients. He was smiling more, and Ethan told me that even though he'd locked himself in his room for a few days, whenever he was around the others he would try not to snap at them.

If I was being honest...I didn't want to stop seeing him.

Being a therapist was hard. You try not to get attached, because in the end the whole point is to make a living. Whether I try to convince myself otherwise, a huge part of what I did was so that I could have three meals a day. I hated when my patients slowly became my friends, because it made me feel guilty for charging them money.

Maybe I wouldn't stop seeing him. Since Ethan and I were back in touch, I hoped that I'd be seeing Harry a lot more, too, even after he ended his sessions.

"You coming?" Harry asked, tilting his head and looking down at me.

I blushed, pushing myself to my feet and following him out of the room. We snuck past the party in the living room (though it wasn't too hard), and he led me to his car.

As we started driving, it was awkwardly silent. I felt him glance over at me every so often, seeming like he wanted to say something but keeping it to himself. I finally sighed and looked at him.

"Look...remember what I said? About why I do what I do?"

He slowly nodded, furrowing his eyebrows in confusion. He was right to be confused—why would I bring up our first session? It felt like ages ago.