I am THE Harry Styles's Therapist

Chapter 5: The Healing Process

The months rolled by, and slowly, imperceptibly, Harry began to change. Therapy had once been something he tolerated, a place to escape the demands of his fame. But now, it was more than that. It became a sanctuary—a space where he could let go of the persona, the fame, and simply be.

Jenny, too, was changing. She had come to LA with a mission, determined to focus on Harry’s healing, to keep her emotions in check. But the closer they grew, the more she realized that in helping him, she was discovering parts of herself she had long buried. Harry’s easygoing nature, his humor, and even his moments of vulnerability began to rub off on her. She wasn’t just a therapist anymore—she was someone trying to find her own way, too.

It was a quiet evening when everything came into focus. The two of them sat on the beach after a long session, the air crisp with the coolness of dusk. The waves lapped gently against the shore, and the sky was painted in hues of orange and pink, the sun sinking into the horizon like a fading memory. There was a calmness to the moment, one that felt fragile and significant all at once.

Harry leaned back on his elbows, gazing out at the vast expanse of ocean. "You know," he began, his voice soft in the stillness, "I never thought I’d find peace here, in this city, of all places. But… being with you… it feels different. Like I’m actually figuring things out."

Jenny smiled, though she felt a knot tightening in her chest. She had grown used to these quiet moments with him, but with each one, the line between professional and personal blurred a little more. “I guess we’re both figuring things out,” she replied, her voice quieter than usual.

He turned to her then, his hazel eyes reflecting the dying light of the day. “You know, Jenny, you’re not just some bookworm trying to change the world. You’ve got heart. And I think that’s why you’re going to be great.” His words were raw, unfiltered, and they hit her with more force than she had expected.
She looked down, trying to blink away the sudden sting of tears. She wasn’t used to compliments like that—especially not from him. “Thanks, Harry,” she murmured, her voice catching slightly. “You’ve helped me see that there’s more to life than just… work. I think maybe I’ve been running from myself, too.”

They fell into silence again, but this time it was heavy with meaning. The ocean continued its rhythmic song, but the space between them felt electric, charged with something unspoken. For the first time in months, Jenny allowed herself to feel—to acknowledge the connection that had grown between them, the pull that seemed to draw them closer despite all the reasons she had told herself to stay away.

Harry’s voice broke the silence, low and introspective. “Maybe we’re both still learning how to love ourselves first,” he said, and the truth of it lingered in the air like a revelation.

Jenny’s heart ached at his words. She wanted to say something comforting, something wise and therapeutic, but all she could do was sit there, feeling the enormity of what was happening between them. This wasn’t just about therapy anymore. This was about two people, two souls, trying to make sense of their lives, their pain, and maybe… each other.

Later that night, as the sun gave way to the stars, they walked together along the shoreline, the cool sand slipping between their toes. The ocean stretched out endlessly before them, vast and unknowable, much like the emotions they were both grappling with.

"I’ve always loved the stars," Jenny said suddenly, her eyes scanning the night sky. "They make me feel small, but… part of something bigger, you know?"
Harry glanced up at the stars, his hands tucked into the pockets of his jacket.

"Yeah, I get that. It’s like… no matter how chaotic things get down here, they’re always there. Constant." He paused, his voice lowering. "You ever wonder what it’s like to be up there? Just… detached from everything down here?"

Jenny laughed softly, though there was a hint of sadness in her tone. "I used to dream about being an astronaut when I was a kid. But I guess I ended up exploring a different kind of space. The mind, instead of the universe."

Harry smiled at that, a real, unguarded smile. "Same thing, really," he said, nudging her lightly. "Both are pretty infinite, pretty unknown."

They continued walking in silence for a while, the only sound the distant crash of the waves. Jenny could feel the warmth of Harry’s presence beside her, the easy way he moved through the world, but she also felt the weight of her own emotions. It was dangerous, this closeness. They were crossing lines—lines that should never be crossed.

"You know," she said after a long pause, her voice shaky, "I’ve been letting my emotions get the best of me. I should stay professional. I mean, I have to."

Harry stopped walking, turning to face her. His expression was serious, but not harsh. "Professional?" he repeated, his tone gentle but firm. "Jenny, we’ve spent months talking, opening up. I don’t think there’s a rulebook for what this is between us."

Jenny’s breath hitched at his words, and she looked away, trying to find the right thing to say. "This is supposed to be about helping you, Harry," she whispered. "Not about… whatever this is."

Harry stepped closer, his voice dropping to a near whisper. "Not about feeling something?" His eyes searched hers, soft but insistent. "Because if that’s wrong, then I don’t know what’s right."

Jenny’s heart pounded in her chest. The air between them felt thick, charged with emotions she wasn’t sure she could handle. And then, before she could think or protest, Harry leaned in. His lips brushed against hers, hesitant at first, as if waiting for permission. And in that split second, Jenny’s resolve crumbled. She kissed him back, her heart racing, the world fading away until there was nothing left but them and the sound of the ocean.

When they finally pulled apart, Jenny’s mind was spinning. Her hand trembled slightly as she touched her lips, still tingling from the kiss. "Harry… we can’t," she said softly, though she wasn’t sure she believed it.

Harry smiled, a soft, playful grin. "Rules are meant to be broken, Jenny," he murmured, his eyes never leaving hers.
Jenny let out a nervous laugh, but there was no humor in it. "Maybe for you," she whispered. "But for me… this could jeopardize everything. My career, my integrity. You don’t understand."

He reached out, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. "You’re overthinking it," he said gently. "I don’t regret it. And I don’t think you do either."

She didn’t. That was the problem. She didn’t regret it at all. But her mind was a whirlwind of conflicting thoughts and emotions. She felt something for Harry—something real, something deep—but she also knew the dangers of letting her heart lead her. She was his therapist. She had a responsibility.

And yet, as she looked into his eyes, she couldn’t deny the connection between them. It wasn’t just attraction. It was something far more profound. They understood each other in a way that went beyond words, beyond titles or roles.

But despite that, she knew that this wasn’t sustainable. Their worlds were too different. And even if the kiss had meant something, she couldn’t afford to let it cloud her judgment.