The numb razor (A Harry Styles fanfic)

Sam’s P.O.V

I’m sitting on a chair in front of the therapist’s desk. I’m bumping my legs together, shaking them up and down, looking down, entwining my hands together, and playing with strands of my brown long straight hair every once and a while. I was so nervous. It’s the first time I feel I had to express my feelings by force. I mean why do we pay to just talk? it was so weird. I didn’t feel like talking, I was completely fine. And then I was interrupted by my thoughts with a weird and new sound of a woman

“Sam?” The woman called

“Mmmmm?” I muttered

“I’m still here, and I need you to talk” She said

“ I don’t really feel like talking, I’m totally fine” I replied

“Well why don’t you let me decide that?” She smiled, put a leg on another, and looked at me.

“How about we begin about introducing yourself?” She Suggested

“Okay, I’m 18 years old. My full name is Sam Michaels. I live in Edmonton, Canada. I never travelled in my entire life, have only 3 best friends. SO you can say I’m an anti-social” I raised both of my eyebrows and bit my lips.

“I think you’re the one who should say if you are an anti-Social or not” She spoke quietly

“Dr Anderson, I’m not sure what else to talk about, I mean I’m not really good at this” I raised my shoulders

“Well” She looked in the papers. “Start by saying Who’s Harry Styles?”

“Oh….” I parted my lips “That one” I tried to hide my feelings

“I’m not sure I want to talk about him”

“Then it’s the one thing you have to talk about. You have to let it all out here and not hide it” I felt like crying and I wanted to scream out loud from the moment I heard that name.

“Don’t worry” The doctor continued reassuring me, “A patient’s secrets are always safe with the doctor”.

Somehow my inner tears were wiping away. I took a deep breath and regained my strength

“Well. It’s a really long story” I continued “I don’t know where from to start”

“Start by the first day you met him”

 “Okay” I said confusingly “Let’s begin back before the summer’s vacation”

Flashback

A school bell just rang in a high school and everyone’s out of their classes. Some are holding hands, others are just walking around or checking their lockers. I’m walking towards my locker, wearing a regular jeans, a long, wide sleeve, Dark Blue, White Striped shirt and flat white sneakers. I opened my locker to replace my books with my next period books, closed it and found a girl with blonde hair, green small eyes, and perfect dimples smirking at me and laying on the locker next to mine

“Hey hey birthday girl!” She said suspiciously

“Hi Nicole” I raised my eyebrows and smiled

“You know, you really need to do some changes” She checked me up and down lowering her eyebrows

“A haircut maybe” She said holding strands of my forehead hair “Long hair became pretty old fashion though” She stated humoring my hair. I didn't really think that. I don't like changes, I like my hair the way it is

“New clothes” she went behind my back checking my clothes “Probably hot ones” She smirked

I giggled while she was walking a circle like around me checking my looks