Outing Larry

Chapter 34 (Part 1)

A/N SO HERE IS ANOTHER CHAPTER FOR YOU GUYS AND THANKFULLY THIS TIME IT DIDN'T TAKE ME 2 WEEKS TO UPDATE BUT JUST 7 DAYS :) I WILL START TRYING TO UPDATE SOONER SEEING MANY OF YOU KEEP ASKING ME TO UPDATE. THANK YOU FOR READING IT AND TAKING AN INTEREST. IT MEANS A LOT TO ME. SO IN THIS CHAPTER WE WILL MEET NEW CHARACTERS. VAL IS ONE I MADE UP MYSELF AND SHE WILL BE A FUNDAMENTAL CHARACTER (EVEN IN THE SEQUEL)  THIS IS A BIT OF A LONG CHAPTER AS I NEEDED TO GET THE STORY OF THE NEW CHARACTERS IN, SO THIS CHAPTER AND THE ONE AFTER ARE A BIT OF A FILLERS BUT I HOPE YOU WILL ENJOY THEM NONE-THE-LESS. PLEASE COMMENT AS I REALLY LOVE TO READ YOUR COMMENTS....VOTE ONLY IF YOU WISH AND IF YOU THINK THIS CHAPTER DESERVES A VOTE. THANK YOU. ALL THE LOVE MAGS.

Harry shifted from foot to foot nervously. His hands were sweaty. He didn't know why he felt nervous about seeing a therapist. Maybe it was because never in his life he had had to talk to a stranger about his feelings. He always had Louis for that and before Louis he had his mum. He had never been in such a delicate state before that he had required the help of a therapist. He heard the door being opened from the other side and he straightened himself up and tried not to fidget. The door opened and he found himself facing a woman. She smiled at him broadly, her face friendly.

'You must be Harry,' she told him in a friendly voice as she stepped aside. 'Please come in.' Harry furrowed his brow feeling confused.The therapist had a secretary who greeted his patients in a suite?Harry walked into the suite's living room and turned to face the woman who had closed the door and stood behind him still smiling at him.

'Please sit down Harry. I am Valerie McCutcheon but everyone just calls me Val.' Harry sat down and looked at the woman. She was small like smaller than Louis, with long black hair pulled up into a very rather messy bun and a pair of black framed glasses on her small nose. Harry wondered if she had even done her hair or if it was her bed hair. He made a mental note to tell Lou their stylist to look at her hair. She wore a pair of skinny black jeans and a white Led Zeppelin tee-shirt with purple sleeves, a pair of black Chucks and purple socks. He figured she might be in her mid-thirties. Both her arms were covered in ink and he could see tattoos on the side of her neck. She had an eyebrow piercing and a snake bite beneath her lip on the left side.She sat opposite Harry in a lazy chair, one leg curled up under her.She opened a black notebook and grabbed her pen.

Harry couldn't stop staring at her especially at the amount of ink on her arms. She had more tattoos than he did! Hell she had more tattoos than the five of them combined together. Val was still smiling at him as she watched him watch her. She cleared her throat getting Harry's attention.

'So Harry, what can I do for you today?' she asked him in her soft voice.Harry frowned at her in confusion.

'Are you the therapist?' he asked her not masking the surprise in his voice. She laughed loudly.

'Guilty as charged.' She looked at him with a relaxed easy expression. Harry smiled at her.

'You don't look like a therapist,' he told her sincerely.

'And you don't look like a pop star,' she retorted. Harry laughed.

'Fair enough,' he told her. 'That's a lot of ink you have there.' Valout stretched her arms and looked at them.