My Mysterious Co-Worker || Harry Styles

Ch41: Through the dark

So I have noticed that 'It Starts off with a New Student' passed 10K like holy cow! Thank you for those of you who read it! If you haven't and you are looking for a cliché and cute story, that's the one to go LOL That was my first fanfic, so no judging please.

Also, I just want to say that I have no clue what happens in a session with a psychologist, so what I say could be wrong and not likely...so if you happen to know what happens, feel free to message me or comment about it so I would know. Plus I would like to know because I'm thinking of getting therapy since I have bad anxiety.........

Song for the chapter is: Through the Dark by the boys. Really love the performance on SNL along with Harry's sparkly shoes hahaha

Enjoy :)

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Chapter 41: Through the dark

The week has been going by in snails pace. Harry has been with me, by my side the whole time - except when he goes to work. He would always sleep with me in my bed at night and honestly I love it so much. I love his warmth, his hugs, his kisses, just his presence in general. It really warms my heart that he cares so much and is trying to help me as best as he can.

But always when I wake up, Harry would never be by my side since I always wake up at 11 o'clock (sometimes one in the afternoon) and he is already at work by then. Instead, in his side of the bed, there would be a cute little note of him telling me that he will be back soon along with a 'love you'. It's weird because we always say 'love you' in a text or by a note, but we never say it with our mouths. But I'm still satisfied with those simple - yet heart warming - 2 words. 

I have had already had 2 sessions of therapy this week. My mum wants to make sure I don't get in a worse condition that I already am so she put another session this week. I don't mind that my mum did that actually, I want to get better really badly. I miss my old carefree, energetic, happy self. If I could I probably would go everyday because that's how bad I want to get better. So far, the psychotherapy is not really working. Yeah I feel a bit better since Erica understands how I feel, but I still have these negative thoughts about myself. But at least my scratches are almost fully healed. I always feel grossed out and sometimes I just randomly cry for no reason. I don't have energy and I just don't care. I don't feel like doing any activities, sometimes I don't even feel like talking to Harry so he gives me some time for myself.

After work, Harry would always come back to my place and he we would snuggle up to each other while watching movies or some TV shows. We don't talk much but when we do Harry is telling me about his family and some funny memories from when he was small. After 1 or 2 hours he would leave so I could have my own personal time - where I do nothing really. Then he would come back at dinner time and cook us dinner. He is simply so perfect. How did I get so lucky when there are so many other girls that are much prettier than I am? I don't even know.

 I hear a knock on the door, signalling that Harry is back from work. I get up from my comfy position on the sofa and walk over to the door to let him inside.

"Hey babe." He flashes a cheeky smile and kisses my forehead.

"Hi Harry." I give him a small smile back. "You do know that my mum gave you keys for a reason, right?" I quietly ask while yawning.

"Yeah but I feel weird opening a door to a house that's not mine." He chuckles while taking off his shoes. We both walk to my room in silence and take a seat on my bed. "The kids miss you so much." He brings me into his chest as we both lay down on the sheets. I just give a small hum in response. "Elizabeth is not going to get another worker for now to help watch the kids. I don't exactly know why though." I feel him shrug.