Alive // h.s.

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Harry's P.O.V

"Mum! Mum!" I yelled

"Harry wake up!" Someone yelled. I woke up and I saw Gemma right there next to me.

"Harry wanna talk about it?" Gemma asked me but I just shook my head no.

She just sighed because she knew that I have been having the same dream lately.

She looked at me and I saw a hint of worry in her eyes, and maybe even fear. She opened her mouth to talk but then she just closed it back up again.

Gemma's P.O.V

I ran into Harry's room because he was screaming and I just knew he was having a nightmare again. As soon as I walked in I could see that he was sweating and was frightened.

I went over to him yelling his name and shook him. When he woke up Harry just flew up and looked at me.

"Wanna talk about it?" I asked. He just shook his head no. I sighed and while debating whether or not I should tell him that he needs to see a therapist.

I opened my mouth to tell but just closed it right back up. How come I was so afraid to tell him? All I needed to do was grow some balls and tell him. So 5 minutes later I finally grew some and told him.

"Harry I think you should see a therapist". I said that so quickly I don't think he even understood. What he did next surprised me the most.

Harry's P.O.V

"Harry I think you should see a therapist". That was all I heard being repeated to me over and over again. When I finally understood what she said, I started crying into Gemma's arms.

I knew I needed some therapy, and I knew this for a while. I just never wanted to admit to anyone or myself that I needed help. For the past three years I've been having the same dream over and over again. At first they were really bad, like two times a night bad.

As the years went on I would have them at least twice a week.

But now, Gemma is deciding to help me, and I'm thankful for that. I finally decided to stop crying and scooted up my bed so I could lean on the headboard. "Yeah, I do too."

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Third person's P.O.V

The next day Gemma took Harry to a therapist to talk about his dreams. While Gemma was signing Harry in, he took a seat in the waiting room. Harry thought to himself "I'm finally going to do it. Let all me emotions out and tell all my problems."

A woman who was about in her twenties called Harry into the room. He walked in and saw the woman name tag, Eve. They both sat down and greeted each other.

He was just taking in Eve's beauty while she was talking about the process.

"Harry?" She called.

He shot is head up and apologized for zoning out.

She giggled and said not to worry.

As they were discussing his nightmares, Eve was also admiring his looks, and when he smiled, she couldn't help but to smile back.

When the session was over, he didn't know whether or not to hug her or shake Eve's hand. So Harry decided to just hug Eve and thank her.

Eve's P.O.V

His smile was so perfect so I couldn't help myself smile back.

He had a toned body, but not too toned, and had dimples to die for.

The way he styled his hair was hot, yes, I said it, hot.

I couldn't help but admire his beauty, even though he was my patient. And I know that we're not allowed to have relationships with our patients, but, I knew that we would end up being one.

You just wait and see.

(A/n Again sorry for the late update on the last chapter! Hope you enjoy this chapter that was written by our good friend Drew. Don't forget to vote and follow!)

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