FINE LINE (Harry styles comfort imagines)

THIRTY

                       TALK TO ME

Therapist Harry x client y/n.

Warnings: smut. Dominant Harry. Demanding Harry... smoking, swearing and mentions of drugs. Reader is asked to smoke these drugs... mention of past abuse. lots of smut but sweetness included. Enjoy!

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Those dark green eyes of his peered at you intensely, lips in a thin line his leg crossed over the other propped up against his knee slightly. He looked rich.... Incredibly rich... the clothes he wore. A tight black t-shirt that hugged his body perfectly and a pair of jeans.... "Y/n" your eyes snapped up to look into his eyes "talk to me." You let out a soft sigh and glance down at your hands. You had been coming to see Harry for the past three months just talking, getting everything off of your chest but there was still of course things you were keeping secret from him. And despite you believing you hid it well, Harry's prying eyes told you otherwise. The man was clever. Too clever for his own good... he was smart too and he knew you far too well. He knew the slight change in your face, the look in your eyes, the quirk of your lips. He could read you perfectly and it terrified you. "I'm nervous, harry. I don't know it's just difficult." You murmured rubbing a hand against your forehead. "Thats okay y/n. Nerves are good. You talk to me and those nerves will go away." He spoke calmly "okay. Fine... fine. My ex boyfriend," Harry seemed to tense slightly at those words but he quickly relaxed the sound of his shirt moving against his skin as he got more comfortable "I'm listening," he guided calmly "he used to hit me... talk down to me. He promised to not treat me the way I had been treated before but he still did." You looked down clearly uncomfortable and unhappy yet harry could tell the story wasn't exactly correct. You were still sheltering things from him, almost as if protecting this prick of an ex of yours.

"Are you being honest with me?" You looked at him with an accusing look "of course I am!" You defended yourself, Harry exhaling silently as he looked down at the clipboard he held in his hands tapping his own against the clipboard. "You're making me nervous. I'm sorry. I'm just... I'm not good with..." you gulped heavily not continuing but Harry already seemed to know, only nodding and writing something down before he placed both feet on the ground, shoes shiny and dark before he stood up placing the clipboard down onto the table "would you like a drink?" He questioned watching as you shook your head slightly. "Okay. Look y/n, I believe you. I do. I truly do. But I feel like you are hiding something from me. Whether you're scared of your ex somehow finding out that you told someone or not or whatever it is... keeping it bottled up isn't going to help you. So I want to help you. Can I help you?" You swallowed thickly before nodding hesitantly watching him move behind the dark couch, as he walked towards a cupboard not letting you see what he was getting out but when he turned back around he was holding a bag of something. He walked back towards you sitting down, silently preparing the slender and thin cylinder shaped item which looked like a cigarette. "Harry I don't smoke..." you murmured nervously his eyes flicking up to meet your eyes "trust me."

Was all he said before he leaned over holding the blunt out for you to take and you hesitantly took it, hands shaking watching as he lit up his own cigarette... "will this get me high?" "Y/n. Trust me." You watched his ring adorned hand cup the tip of his cigarette as he lit it. He didn't seem to be the one to smoke. He then with his cigarette in his mouth stood up, walking to you, cupping his hand around yours before lighting it too your hand brushing against his lightly the sensation that suddenly wrapped around you make your stomach flutter. You held intense eye contact with him for a few moments before he moved around opening the window of the room, the incense already in the room helping keep the strong smell slightly away. You sighed before sucking in the toxic smoke, inhaling it as it filled your lungs up wrapping around your brain and body before you blew it out the smoke fluttering upwards creating pretty spirals in the air before dispersing into nothingness Harry now sat opposite you again his eyes remaining focused on you intently watching as you little by little became more relaxed. "Talk to me."