Sex Therapy

Ch. 2 - A Rock Hard Morning

Clearly....it was a bad idea to drink the night before. Going to work with a hangover is a bitch, a struggle, an end of the world type of shit.

Harry walks slowly, holding onto his jacket and briefcase as if they were lifelines. He's cursing in his head because he's literally feels so bad that he can't speak. He thinks that if he were to speak, vomit will fly everywhere.
"Good Morning, Dr. Styles....Are you...are you feeling alright?" Farrah, the receptionist asks, stopping with a cup of coffee in her hand. She has noticed that he's got dark sunglasses on, hiding the huge bags under his eyes.

He just nodded, not saying anything. He continues to walk to his office, very slowly. He stepped into his office, gently closing the door behind him as he dropped everything onto the floor and sinks into the lounge chair.

"For fuck's sake..." He says rubbing his temples and closing his eyes, nearly drifting off to sleep until Farrah comes in. His body reacts quickly as he sits up, Harry groaned from the rush of pain and heaviness.

"Your client will be here in about a half hour!" She warns. Her voice was way too loud and it pierced Harry's eardrums, pounding through his skull. Thank god that's all she had to say before leaving.

"Loud ass bitch." He mumbles, lying back slowly onto the chair to sleep. It's better to get a quick nap so he can be a little bit more ready for when his client comes in.

****

The first client was a female. Older, black hair with hint of gray, a little on the heavy side and likable personality. She had assumptions about her family and truly believes that they are using voodoo against her. Harry had to let her go. "Here's a card for Dr. Mitchell. She can help you with this problem, for sure." Harry gave her a card and a smile. The lady thanked him and left.

As soon as she walked out, he shook his head, widening his eyes at how crazy that session was. He took the flask of tequila, he had stashed in his desk, downing some of the liquid to calm the pounding in his head and to relax. He's feeling a little better compared to this morning but he still feels like crap.

Farrah comes in the office again. "Your next client will be here in a few minutes. He had to use the restroom."
"Okay." Harrys nods, leaning back in his chair and waits.

****

It is easy to ignore the queasiness, the headache and the terrible feelings. Yet it's so hard to focus on the words that are coming out of such a gorgeous person's mouth because, this new patient of Harry's, is perfect visually and Harry can't stop staring at those lips.

"Yeah, uh and she cheated on me, like twice and like, I was really hurt and all but at the same time, I'm glad it happened because I got a chance to start new and to move on and stuff."

Harry got back to reality when his patient finished talking. "So Niall, how are you feeling about being where you are? Moving and all those things?"

Niall nods approvingly, raising his eyebrows up in an excited manner. "Good, great! I love it here and um, I'm trying new things. You know, some really new things that I never expected to try but...there's a first time for everything, I guess and there's reasons why experiments exists." He laughs to himself, looking down and plays with his fingers.
Harry found his shyness to be cute. Niall does this thing when he blush and it's fucking cute, Harry wanted to see him do it again.

"What do you mean by that, Niall? If you don't mind sharing..." Harry asked curiously.

"Well, this isn't easy to share."

Harry advises quickly, "Nothing is ever easy, don't you think? Most things though. And remember, no judgments are made." He gives a smile and Niall believes it.

"Okay...well. I always knew I was straight. I'm attracted to women physically and emotionally but I met someone...a guy and I don't know...it was different. At first, it started out as innocent, strictly platonic and comfortable. Then it got a little too comfortable. There's skin exposed, some looking then some thoughts and finally.....something actually happen" Niall sighs after rambling. "Overall, I think I might be gay for some guy. Or bi-curious." He confesses and Harry can feel his heart sinking, in a good way. And his dick rose to attention as well.

He's yelling at his dick inside of his head, forcing it to calm the fuck down and no, you can't fuck this man because we have to stay professional. Harry is slowly losing so he places his clip board on top of his thighs, covering his boner. He has tight pants on and it's clearly obvious. "That's not a bad thing, Niall. If you want something, go for it. Don't let fear stand in your way."

Niall scoffed at his therapist. "Good advice. You should be a motivational speaker. But you're late anyway."

Harry furrows his eyebrows, blinking his eyes around the room then at Niall. "What do you mean?"

"I already fucked him. So letting fear stand in the way wasn't even an issue." Niall blushes, almost giggling. Harry is harder now, hearing the word "fucked". The lucky bastard is coming out just recently and he already got some. Harry has been bi for a while and the last time he had sex was eight months ago.....what the hell.

"It's the feelings that I'm worried about. Not the sex." Niall mentions, trying to keep a straight face and remain serious.

"Oh, right! Of course, it starts to get complicated when feelings get involved, right? I suggest that you talk to this guy and see what's going on with him. Understand what he is feeling as well. If you guys can get on the same page, then who knows? Maybe something will happen....something good." Harry smiles, feeling hopeful that he had helped start a possible wonderful relationship between two people. It always make him feel good to resolve one's issue and there's a happy ending.
Niall bites his lips nervously, tapping his fingers together and looking down at his Nike shoes.

"Yeah, you're right." He say in a quiet voice. "I should talk to him and see what happens."

"Great." Harry took a quick glance at the clock. "We have about fifteen minutes left. Is there anything else you want to share?"

Niall smirks, leaning back in the chair. He stops acting nervous somehow, like he changed into a new person; more confident and sure. He plays with the back of his head, combing his fingers through his blonde hair and stares at his therapist.

"Yes...I have a question. What was on your mind for your dick to get hard like that?" Niall bites his lips again, after asking.

Harry literally wants to die.