therapy [h.s.]

Twelve

Harry's point of view

"Well it seems that we're making progress. I'm proud of you Jimmy."

I looked over at the little blonde boy, who had a shy smile on his face.

"I'm proud of me too. But I'm still a little scared."

"It's completely normal to be scared Jim. We all get scared."

He nodded, looking down at the floor. At only the age of seven, this kid had been though a lot. With his parents divorce, and an abusive father, he had every right to be afraid, and I was going to be with him every step of the way.

"Well your mom should be here any minute. Our next session is..." I check my calendar. "In two weeks. But if you need to talk before then, your mom has my number, alright?"

He nodded, and looked at me. Another small smile spread across his face.

"Alright," he said quietly.

"Okay. I'll see you bud. Have a nice rest of your day."

He gave me a small wave, and I watched as he walked down the hall to where his mom was waiting. She waved to me as well, before taking his hand and walking out.

I got up and walked over to my desk, shuffling some papers around. I checked my schedule, seeing I had about an hour and a half before my next client. I sighed, heavily and stared out the window.

My thoughts wondered to Emma. They always did. She was always on my mind, no matter how hard I tried to get her out.

At only seventeen, she had the beauty of women years older. She may have been bitter to me in the past, but she was warming up to me, and that made me the happiest man on the planet. If she was happy, I was happy, and currently I was overjoyed.

I shouldn't be thinking of her like this, or at all really. She was just so beautiful, and had an amazing personality. She was genuine, and sincere, and just natural overall. People today were so fake, and she was so real.

I gave my head a shake, in attempt to bring myself back to reality. I had to do something to keep myself busy, and I tried to think of something I'd been meaning to do.

I had been meaning to meet with Emma's parents, just to tell them of her progress and let them know everything was okay. Whether they cared or not I wasn't so sure, but they had a right to know what was going on.

I pulled on my coat, grabbed my keys, and headed out to see Mr. and Mrs. Steven.

***

I knocked on the door and waited patiently.

There was no answer.

I knocked again, and when there was still no answer, I checked the handle.

The door was unlocked.

There were cars in the driveway, someone was obviously home, so I just stepped inside.

"Hello? Mr. and Mrs. Steven? It's Harry Styles. I was wondering if we could chat?" I spoke into the quiet house.

I closed the door behind me, and suddenly heard high heels on the hardwood floor.

"Harry! So nice to see you again."

Mrs. Steven appeared out of no where in a very tight dress. It made me almost uncomfortable.

"You too Mrs. Steven. I was wondering if we could talk about Emma? I just wanted to fill you in on some things."

"Of course! Come in. Can I get you anything to drink? Or eat." She smirked at the last part, pulling her dress down a bit.

"Um, no I'm fine thank you." I followed her into the kitchen.