Silence. That word gave me chills all the time and I hate when silence is among me. The curly haired man had his head down, playing with his thumbs and drawing imaginary circles on his lap. I on the other hand was waiting for him to begin with his problem. I mean that is my job right? But then again I'm use to this. Use to people being afraid of saying their problems in front of a complete stranger. It's understandable.
I look around the room, looking at every painting or canvas that was stuck on the wall so that time can pass by. When I was first given this room it was quite revolting. Wallpaper slowly peeling itself off the wall, books scatted across the floor. It looked so ancient so I had to do something to make counselling seem more interesting and not a punishment. Change the walls to a light orange colour and the floor wood with colourful furniture all around. Seemed like an achievement to me. I began inpatient with the man and just started the conversation.
"Why don't we start off with name's. My name is Vanessa Tuckings, and you are ?" His head shot up from his lap and he stared at me intensely. His emerald eyes shifted from my face to my hand at a slow speed as if he was analyzing what I was doing. My hand was sticking out because I was going for a handshake but it looked like he was not into that sort of greeting.
He slowly lifted his right hand out off his lap and leaned forward to place his hand in mine. He shook slowly not taking his eyes off my face which I found intimidating. Was something wrong with me? Did I have something on my face.
"Harry" he replied coldly "Harry Styles"
"Well Harry" We let go of each others hands and he sat back down on my arm chair, adjusting himself so he was comfortable. I did the same with my desk chair and brought out my favorite notepad and pen. "What can I do for you ?" I asked, pushing my glasses up and plastering a smile on my face.
He opened his mouth to say something, but then closed again. My eyes softened looking at him having difficulty saying what was wrong. He deeply signed and started
"I'm in a forced relationship, with a girl that I don't love who is as well as crazy" He blurted out.
Ahh! The forced relationship problem. Nothing that Tuckings can't seem to handle. I wrote down his name and problem in my book before saying
"What do you mean by forced?" I asked, raising an eyebrow. He chuckled quietly before pushing his right leg over his left and placing both hands on his knees.
"Tell me Vanessa" My eyes widened in shock from his choice of words. Everyone calls me Miss Tuckings. I guess Harry was just different kind of guy.
"Have you herd of the boy group One Direction" He asked slowly. My mind went in a daze trying to recall this so called "One Direction" group. Got nothing
"I'm sorry. One Direction does'nt ring a bell" I replied softly, looking at a different direction to make sure the awkwardness was gone.
"You really don't know who One Direction is?" He asked shocked. I nodded my head slowly looking at him directly in the face. He sighed and ran his hand through his curly, brunette locks. I swear everything was going in slow motion the moment his hand touch his hair.
"Vanessa" He snapped bringing me back to reality. I need to stop fantasizing and day dreaming about everything. The fact that he called me Vanessa again is really starting to erk me.
"I would prefer if you called me Miss Tuckings, Mr Styles" I said sharply forcing a smile out of my mouth.
"Okay Vanessa" My face dropped just as he smirked. "What kind of music do you like?" He asked changing the subject completely. I raised an eyebrow in confusion wondering where this will lead to.
"I don't think this is a good time to ask me about personal things don't you think? I'm hear to help you Mr Styles. It's my job" I stated nervously.
He was quiet for a while which made me extremely nervous. This boy is full of mystery. I have no clue how he feels about anything and I'm starting to think he does not really have a problem.
"Why do you take your job so seriously?" He asked which caught my attention.
I really have no answer to that. I love helping people and their relationships. Even though I have never really been in one for a while I seemed to understand people's point of view regardless of the situation
"To be honest Mr Styles, I really have no clue "I answered truthfully, playing with the ends of my hair, biting my lip softly.
"Let loose Vanessa, If I'm going to talk to you about my problems I need to think of you as a human not a robot that does this shit constantly." I giggled at him cursing about the way I do my job which made him chuckle causing us both to laugh at each other,
Our laughter died down and silence filled the room. Again. Harry then stood up and pulled out his hand. My eyes shifted from his eyes to his face. What the hell is he doing?
"Let's go somewhere" He said "Start my bonding with my counsellor" He smiled.
For once in my year of being a counsellor, No-one has ever approached me like this. It's always in this room when problems come and go But Harry...He's different. Care free which Is what seems to get me in to him. I smiled and stood up placing my hand in his again
"Okay Mr Styles, Let's go somewhere" I said shaking his hand again. I quickly moved from where I was, collecting my belongings and preparing to lock the room. When I was done Harry motioned me with his hands towards the door and when I opened it he grabbed my wrist firmly. I looked up at him to see him smirking at me
"Please don't call me Mr Styles. I like Harry, Harry is better" I nodded in agreement for his sake and shut the door of the room before locking it.
And off we went.
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The Couple Counselor (Harry Styles)
FanfictionVanessa Tuckings is not your average female, She has a gift to help others with their relationship problems, So she has been told she does her job well but seeing all these couples come in with anger then leave with happiness makes her wonder. What...
