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*Samantha's POV*

Barbra left soon after she had announced his presence.

"Harry, I didn't expect to see you again so soon, please come in" I said, mentally cringing at my business like tone.

"Thanks" he mumbled as he shuffled into the room and closed the door behind him. He took a quick glance around the space, but unlike to many others who had visited my small office, my mother and father included, there was no judgement in his eyes, just pure curiosity as his eyes scanned over everything in the room before settling back on me. I pointed at the chair and he quickly took a seat.

"What can I do for you?" I asked, closing the lid of my laptop to remove the glare of the screen against my face.

"Em, well I was going to email you actually but I realised I didn't have your email address cause Dani and I left quite quickly the other day, but she agreed to do the therapy thing and I was wondering if you could give me the details so that I can get it all organised" he rushed, but his slow, deep voice still made his words lethargic.

"Oh, brilliant! Of course!" I said quickly as I spun my chair to the side and bent down to the bottom drawer where I pulled out a blank piece of lined paper. The weight of Harry's gaze followed me as I moved.

"Okay, so there are a couple of people I know who deal with stuff like this but there is one in particular who I feel would benefit your sister the most" I explained as I began to scribble her information down on the paper before me. "She specialises in counselling sessions for people who have been subjected to similar attacks as your sister. Like anyone else she's big on client confidentiality and she holds open sessions for drop in meetings, for example if suddenly Daniella was overwhelmed with flashbacks about the attack and wanted someone to talk to she could simple drop in and get it all off her chest" I continued, glancing up at Harry who was watching me intently, his deep green eyes swimming as whatever he was thinking rolled around in his head. I returned to the paper.

"If you give her a call today she should be able to arrange a meeting with Daniella, and yourself as well if you want to tag along, by the end of the week" I finished, setting my pen back down and turning the paper so it was the right way up for Harry to read before I pushed it gently towards him.

"Her name's Lucy by the way" I added, realised I hadn't once thought to introduce her to the boy sitting before me before I began my ramble.

Harry took the paper from me and scanned over my scrawling's before returning his gaze to me. Once more, his head ticked slightly to the side and he grimaced, his gaze quickly falling one he realised that I had noticed the small movement.

"So, I just call and tell her what happened and arrange a time for the first meeting?" he asked quietly, his head still bowed so that his eyes were fixed on his lap were he rustled the paper back and forth between his fingertips.

"Yep, there shouldn't be any problems but if there is just give me a call back and I'll get everything sorted, I've added my contact details at the bottom of the page for you this time if you ever need to get in contact again" I said sweetly. Once more he nodded his head but didn't raise his eyes to look at me.

"So I just, call her" he said once more, his voice no more than one octave above a whisper. I frowned at him, desperate to see his face so I might be able to judge what is running through his mind as he repeats his same question over and over again. It's almost like he is trying to drag this meeting on as long as possible, it's like he doesn't want to leave.

"Harry, is everything ok?" I asked. His head ticked to the side more violently his time, but slowly he raised his eyes to meet my face. They were pale and unfocused, but with a few quick blinks he seemed to overcome whatever state he was in, and when his eyes met mine once more, they had regained their bright colour, although there was still a sadness behind them.

"I didn't really need to come here today" he said suddenly, I tilted my head slightly as I looked at him and raised a questioning brow.

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"I didn't need to come here. I called the main reception and the lady said she could pass over your details to me, but I said I wanted to come in in person. I just... I just needed to get out of the flat for a while" he said gently, his sad eyes wavering between mine before he let out a small breath of air and let his gaze fall once more.

"Harry," I said, drawing his attention back to mine, "is there no one you could go out and spend some time with? It's not good for you to be stuck inside all day, you need a break from this too. Aren't there any friends you could hang out with? A girlfriend maybe?"

He snorted at my addition of a girlfriend, but to me, it didn't seem a far etched idea. Anyone with a pair of working eyes could see how attractive Harry is, his bright forest green eyes were captivating. His sharp jaw shaped his face perfectly and his bright pink, full lips couldn't be described as anything less than desirable. But it had been a long time since I had looked at anyone that way, and I'm sure there are several more years of solitude to come before I do.

"No, no I don't have many friends" he said, once more lifting his head to look at me. I frowned sadly at him. To have no girlfriend was understandable, but to have no friends, well that was more unusual.

"I guess I just came here so I could talk to someone," he said, tilting his head to the side, "It's quite easy to talk to you" he continued, his voice holding an unusual edge that I couldn't understand. What did he mean it was easy to talk to me?

There was a moment of silence between the two of us before he abruptly stood from the chair opposite me, causing me to jump back slightly in surprise.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have bothered you, I should have just called" he rushed, his voice beginning to panic with fear at the thought of having done something wrong. It was like he thought I was going to punish him for showing up at my office. His shifted his weight between his feet and ran a shaking hand through his hair.

"Harry calm down" I said quickly, holding both my hands up to stop his movements, his froze in his place, his long fingers stuck halfway through his hair. "It's ok, I don't mind that you came here, it's nice to get a visitor once in a while" I said. His shoulders relaxed as he let out a deep, quiet breath.

"Miss White, I-"

"Samantha" I cut him off, smiling gently when the corner of his lip twitched up into a small grin.

"Samantha, I was wondering if you wanted to get a coffee or something. I really don't want to go back to my flat just yet and you are the first person I've talked to in, a while" he said softly, his words dripping with hope but tainted with fear at the rejection he was waiting to receive. I hesitated before responding. Harry, as much as his sister, was my client, a major part of the case I was beginning, to go out with him for a drink would be unprofessional, and I dread to think what Alex, or even Mr Parsons would say if they ever found out. But with him standing before me, his tall, lean frame (which should be intimidating to me as I sat on the other side of the desk) trembled and his hand tightened around the paper he gripped so tightly. I couldn't say no, I couldn't be another of the so many people who had clearly hurt this boy in the past.

"Sure Harry, coffee sounds good" I concluded.