Dangerously In Love (Harry Styles Fan Fiction) - ON HOLD

Chapter 3

(HELLOOO, I'M SORRY FOR BEING A LITTLE LATE WITH THE POSTING. I HOPE YOU LIKE IT, THOUGH. VOTE AND COMMENT, LEAVE YOUR FEEDBACKS, WOULD BE MORE THAN HAPPY TO READ THEM. THANK YOU SO MUCH!  

PS. I STILL DID NOT GET ANY SUGGESTIONS ABOUT THE CHARACTERS. WHO DO YOU WANT SHOULD BE PLAYING PAIGE AND REBBECA'S (Beautiful Disaster) CHARACTER. GET BACK TO ME.  

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I can't figure out the emotions he's going through right now, but he looks so beaten up. I welcome him in, opening the door wide open; he shoots me another look and walks in. Harry stubbles his way in which tells me he's been drinking. I sigh inside of my head, it was almost midnight and I was exhausted but here he is, reminding me over and over again how tough it is going to be for me to make him believe that life is worth living and not worth this. 

"Sit down.", I whisper to him. My loud would probably make his head throb. 

He sits himself down on the couch. I sigh, "Do you want something to drink?" 

Harry stares at me for a long time and shakes his head, catching up with my sarcasm. My heart smiles at the fact that he came over to me when he was pathetic. I do feel sorry for him but I know I can help him, and I will. I sit parallel to him and wait for him to gather himself.  

He relaxes back in the couch, "I'm sorry for showing up in the middle of the night.", his voice is so husky, I don't know if it is his accent or the alcohol. His eyes are moist and his gaze is upsetting.  

I shake my head, pulling my knees to my chest, "You don't have to be.", I don't think I should but I ask him anyways, "What happened?" 

Harry looks at me and instantly looks away, "Nothing. I..." 

"You can't just show up at your therapist's place without a reason.", I snap. I wasn't rude but I had to make him stand and face the reality.  

He glares at me; the anger was bold and clear. I keep my gaze locked with his, he needs to know that I am his therapist and I will be asking him such questions. 

Harry looks away and sighs, "I thought I...I will...come over and..." 

Of course, it was hard for him. He's never done it, obviously. I smile, "Talk." 

Harry nods at me, his eyes still dark and he has a straight face. I smile, "That's good. That's a start. What do you want to talk about?" 

"I'm drunk, I just... I had a bottle of scotch right now and I got into a fight before coming here." 

The way he stated that was so annoying but I felt glad that he was here talking about it and not beating him up for this. I get out of the deep thoughts and nod at him, "Why did you get into a fight?" 

Harry gets up and rolls his eyes, "I think I'll go. I don't have time for this." 

I sigh and get up with him, "Sit down. Talk to me." 

He furrows his brows, "I'm so fucked up." 

I let out a laugh at the choice of his words, he stares at with probably a bit taken aback, "Sit down, Harry.", I order again. 

He takes a seat and this time I sit closer to him for him to know that someone really was there, he just seems like a lonely person and he needs to know that someone is there for him. It might as well be me, his therapist, right now.  

"Let's start it slow and from the start, shall we?", I smile at him. 

Harry shrugs, "I don't even know your name. I mean, I don't remember your name."