Worthless Beauty L.S *Under Massive Editing*

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Mrs. Styles sat on the couch Harry usually sits on while harry was sitting in my chair staring at me as I talked to her. "So Mrs styles, Harry tells me you guys are going on a trip." I took a seat in my recliner chair and folded my fingers together.

"That's right. I brought him early so he wouldnt miss his session and we could leave afterwards." She said matterafactly.

"But if he goes, that would ruin any possibility of him getting any better." I glanced at Harry. He put his head down and I mentally slapped myself for saying that. I wanted him to get better but I didn't want to treat it as if it were some type of disease.

"What do you suggest I do? I just leave him here alone." She said with a hint of annoyance in her voice.

"I don't know." I glanced at him once more before going along with what Harry and I had talked about "I have an extra room in my flat, he could stay there. That way we could have more sessions."

"I don't have that amount of money to be having a session 24/7 Dr. Tomlinson." She said a bit worriedly now.

"I could make some arrangements." I said realizing how much money that would be, a quite a lot of money.

"I don't know, wouldn't he be a bother?" I tried not to look at Harry because I knew that one probably hurt.

"Of course not. By the time you get back he'll be better than he is now" Again, I mentally slapped myself.

"Are you sure?" She said glancing at Harry and then back at me. "Harry what do you say?"

"I'm willing." He whispered not even looking up probably because of things we had been saying.

"Then it's settled. His stuffs in the car, would you like me to bring it up?"

"Actually.. Ill help you." I gave a small smile. She walked out of the room and I looked at Harry. "I'm sorry for what I said I didn't mean it in a bad way, I.."

"It's fine." He stood up and walked towards the door. "Lets go help my mum put my stuff in your car." I walked out after him.

~*~

Harry and I were seated on my couch looking at eachother. "So. How do you like it?" He looked around as to inspect it.

"It's quite cozy, but also boring." He pulled his knees to his chest and sighed contentedly.

"My house is not boring!"

"Is to." He said with the tinnest of smirks, you could have hardly called it it smirk.

"Is not!" He chuckled and quickly stopped. He looked at the ground as if he had did something wrong.

"What's wrong?" I said slidding over to him just a wee bit.

"Nothing." He ruffled his hair and sighed sadly.

"Then why'd you stop laughing?" I looked at him with curious eyes but he just kept his gaze on the ground.

"I.. It wasnt that funny."

"Harry?"

"Yea."

"I want to try something new."

"Okay..." He said timidly.

"Lie down." Harry rolled his eyes, I bet he knew what we were about to do.

"I didn't think we were actually going to have sessions."

"The more we do them the quicker you heal." He sighed but nonetheless layed down.