"Styles, meet FBI Agent Caroline Forbes. She will be on your case and with you every day until she gathers more evidence and can turn you in, or you confess," the Sheriff informs me as I glance from him back to her, and she gives me a polite smile...
🔪 (this picture is so fucking cute you'll understand why)
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With this date as my big dilemma, and the words from my therapist haunting me all night, there was only one person to call that could help me out at this point.
As soon as the doorbell rings, I open the door and hurriedly pace back to the kitchen.
"Thank you for coming Ryan, I just don't know what to do, I don't know how to do this I just—"
"Harry?"
"It has to be perfect, but what the fuck does that even mean?" I chatter, hearing the front door shut as I tug on my hair, resuming my prattle with clenched fists that rest on the countertop.
"Harry, what are you talking about?" Caroline's best friend asks when he enters the kitchen, his concern showing as he nears me from behind.
I turn to him and place a hand to his shoulder, a sense of urgency in my grasp, and his brows stitch together at the contact.
"You've got to help me."
"Slow down, okay?" Ryan tries to calm me, getting me to take a deep breath as he ventures, "First off, where's Caroline?"
"Caroline went out. She's gone to the gym and is going to the mall to try shopping," I inform, taking my hand off of him and sticking both in my pockets.
The man takes a step back and crosses his arms, "So she's okay?"
"Well, yeah, of course she's alright."
"Then why did you call me here...?"
My hands rub over my face in frustration, feeling weak, shaking my head twice as I groan, "I need your help planning a fucking date."
A loud, exaggerated gasp resonates from his lips and he covers his mouth, bouncing on the balls of his feet, just like Caroline does when she's excited.
"A date? Are you going to finally confess your undying love?!" His feet stomp on the ground, cheeks dimpling so much from his smile as he starts to rapidly clap.
I lean my back on the counter behind me and shrug, using Dr. Fuller's words of wisdom, "I mean since we already did that, I'm doing this more to just maintain what we've got going on. Just because you get the girl apparently doesn't mean there's nothing more to it."
His jaw falls slack, an accusing finger now raised up at me, his feet taking another step back. "Wait, y-you already talked about your feelings with her?"
