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Journal Entry Sixteen

Journal Entry Sixteen

It has been two weeks since I've last seen Allison since she was still on her leave of absence for her job. Why is it that this voodoo witch can still plague my thoughts even though she is nowhere to be seen?

I need to cleanse myself of her, quickly. And now that her adulterer of a boyfriend is absent from her life, that plan should be executed fluently.

-H

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Allison sighed as she looked around her office, thankful to be back after two weeks. She had enough of the severe patients in the institution, and was more than overjoyed to be back to normal.

However, every week she would be requested to see Perrie, since the doctors and nurses say the most progress they've seen her make was after she had a session with her. Go figure.

Sitting at her desk, she logged onto her computer to quickly check her email before scanning her schedule to see if she had any appointments. When she saw the name "Harry Styles", her smile dropped.

She couldn't stand to face him, even after how civil they were towards each other last session. She knew Harry's ways fluctuated more than the stock market and she wasn't in the mood for that.

"Hey, Laleh?" She called out, running a hand through her hair.

When her Persian coworker popped her head through the door to check on her with a smile, she couldn't help but feel slightly uplifted.

"What's up?" She asked, slipping through the door to have a seat on the couch. "Tell Miss Tehrani how you're feeling today, Allison."

"Don't mock me!" Allison replied back, throwing a pen cap at her.

"That's for real how you sound!" She exclaimed while dodging the flying object. "You sound as if you're straight out of a self help manual."

When Allison raised the pen again, she backed up. "Okay, okay. No more insults, I promise! So what did you call me for?"

"I need you to cancel my 5 PM appointment." Allison took a sip of water from her bottle before training her eyes on Laleh.

"Why can't you do it yourself?" She said, wrinkling her perfect ski slope nose in confusion.

"I jus—I just can't," she stammered, moving her eyes back to the computer to look at Harry's name.

"Waaaaaait a minute," Laleh said, a smile growing bigger on her lips. "Is your five o'clock that hot CEO Harry?"

"Maybe," she responded, an eyebrow raised. "What does it matter if it's him or not?"

"Oh nothing!" She said loftily. "I just hope y'all ended up fucking by the end of the—"

"Laleh!" Allison cut her off, her mouth open in shock.

"Did I lie though?" She asked, an eyebrow raised and a smirk on her lips. "Don't worry, I'll cancel your appointment with that beautiful piece of male specimen."

Laleh walked out the door, laughing as Allison shook her head with amusement.

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Harry sat on the roof of his building, smoking a joint with a bottle of whiskey as he watched planes fly over in the night sky.

Soft music played from his wireless speaker as he relaxed on the lawn chair. He was fond of cool November nights like this, when the sky was clear and a smattering of barely there stars were visible in the light polluted sky.

Things like this stopped him from going insane to a point of no return.

As he puffed out the thick cloud of smoke and the earthy smell of weed filled his senses, his mind clouded over in a drug infused haze.

"Allison," he moaned out, his eyes rolling into the back of his head. He could just picture her body in between his white sheets, writhing under his pinned arms as she begged for him to go faster, harder, rougher.

Goddammit, he needed to fuck this woman out of his system before he went mad.

Throwing his head back, he took another drag while running his hands through his loose curls. The more days he waited, the more voices popped into his head. His medication was starting to lose its function, so he needed to up the doses. In the meantime, marijuana was the only other thing he knew that could slow down or even silence the voices.

He needed to think for himself to get his plan in motion, because the last time he listened to them, he ended up beating Allison's boyfriend to death like a savage.

Harry's jaw clenched at the thought of Evan, the incorrigible cheating abuser. He didn't feel any remorse or sorrow for what he did to him. He deserved it.

His phone vibrated in his pocket, and he jumped before sighing and picking up his phone.

"What, Emily?" He lilted into the phone, his mind not clear enough to think about this girl and her words.

"I'm at your apartment and you're not even home," she spoke into his ear, her high pitched breathy voice irritating his nerves. "And I know you're not at work today."

"I'm not home, Emily," he said, already feeling a headache forming at the conversation.

"Then where are you?" She asked, growing impatience in her voice.

"Anywhere you're not at the moment." He ended the call and placed his phone on his lap.

He needed a breather from his regular life, and this was a start. Being near Emily wasn't going to help him.

"Allison," he murmured again, throwing his head back and closing his eyes. Envisioning her when he fucked Emily and jacking off in the shower to visions of her body was no longer enough to keep him sane. He wanted—no, he needed her.

He needed his hands on her smooth dark skin, tracing a sinful path down to the meeting of her thighs. He needed her long and slender fingers wrapped around his length and her full lips to envelope the tip of his dick.

Groaning, he took a long drag of the joint to erase his raunchy thoughts on that goddess that wouldn't leave his mind.

This was going to be a long night.

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Allison lounged around Fiori's apartment in just a sports bra and some yoga pants, her demeanor too calm for someone who had no idea where her boyfriend was.

She spent her day off watching Netflix and reading the Sunday New York Times thoroughly to catch up on editorials and even clip coupons for the Whole Foods down the street. Fiori had stepped out of the house to buy some ice cream for the two of them a couple of minutes ago, so she was just waiting for her.

She wasn't about to stop her life because her asshole boyfriend did something to make him come up missing. In fact, after they found him and all the hype calms down, she might consider breaking up with him.

Yawning, Allison sat up on the couch as she felt her phone vibrate with a notification, and when she looked at it, she saw that her Seamless order actually came earlier than it was supposed to. She groaned and peeled herself off the couch.

Grabbing her phone, she slipped out the door and made her way to the elevator. She wasn't exactly that excited to have to get up from her comfortable position to get the delivery, but she was starving.

The elevator ride was short, and she was walking back to car in just a a few moments. Someone was already in the elevator before her, and she paid no attention to them until they spoke.

"We have got to stop meeting like this, love," the person said, and the sound of Harry's voice almost made her drop the bag of food in her hand.

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a/n: this will probably be the update of the month if I'm busy like last month lmao

I'll try and update soon since I'm already working on the next chapter, but MY BIRTHDAY IS THIS WEEK I'M HYPE

-rachel.