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

Chapter 6

- HI READERS. YEAH, I AM GUILTY. I DID NOT POST YESTERDAY AND I AM SORRY. I'VE BEEN SICK. 

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I observe Harry closely, his eyes are wet but I'm pretty sure that it's the alcohol. I wait for him to either jerk my hand away from his or say something, anything. Harry is the kind of person who just does not get along with emotions. But what I don't understand is why he keeps trying to pick fights. 

Why the fuck do you keep picking fights with Zayn? My subconscious is tired and she hates it when I get to talk to a patient at this time of the night. 

I'm sure Zayn won't get mad at me for this. He understands now, my job is my priority and that is the only reason I asked him to stay with me because picking a fight everyday is something I cannot do.  

Harry looks away and I feel his hand trying to pull away from my hold, I loosen my grip over it and he slips it out. He relaxes back in the couch and runs a hand through his messy curly hair. I smile to myself. 

He turns back to me, "I will. I will try to break free and...I will try to meet you halfway." 

I feel chills running down my body. This is something I never expected Harry to say, but he did and it just makes me feel so much better. He was getting better and I will not give up on him. 

"You can't give up, remember that.", I warn him.  

Harry lets out a small laugh, running his hand over his knuckles, bloody knuckles, "I can't promise, but I will try." 

I nod and sigh huge, "Let's talk about those bloody knuckles, shall we?", I point to the blood that was still visible. 

He shrugs, "Niall." 

I let out a laugh, pulling both my legs over the couch and towards my chest, "You already told me that." 

Harry rolls his eyes, "You can't just try and get every fucking information you want." 

Oh, again. I still manage to smile and nod, "Well, I do need every fucking information. I'm a fucking therapist." 

I don't like the way I have to talk to a few patients, but there is no other way they actually get what I am trying to tell them, they don't get that I'm helping and I'm not just a girl who loves listening to their life's gossip. 

He chuckles, "You cuss too? That's...cute." 

I glare at him. Oh yeah, I curse because I'm badass. I just don't let it all come out, because I help people with their issues, the last thing I want is for them to think that I need help. 

But you do. That's my subconscious. The only person I won't mind killing is her, I roll my eyes at her. 

"Harry. Let's please talk about it.", I almost beg. I need to get somewhere with Harry. 

He nods, "I...I might have triggered some of his old memories." 

I hold my head between my hands and shake my head, "About therapy?" 

Harry laughs, "Good, huh?" 

I glare at him, getting off the couch. I put both my hands against my chest, folding them. He gulps, he probably knows that it was not what I wanted him to do.