Sex Therapy//L.S

One

A/N- Italics mean a flashback

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Harry sat in the waiting room, impatiently tapping his foot on the tiled floor. The nurse at the counter gave him an annoyed look, making Harry's tapping come to an abrupt stop. It's just, Harry never thought he would see himself there. In an office, surrounded by old people and annoying little kids, waiting for his first session with a sex therapist. He was only there because his mother had begun to catch onto his irregular schedule of leaving the house at night, and ultimately because his mom found his fake ID and sex toys, which sparked a conversation Harry never wanted to have again. Harry himself knew that maybe having as much sex as he was might have been a problem for his age, but not as in therapist problem.

So there Harry was, shaky and anxious as he awaited for his name to be called.

"Styles, Harry?" The woman who called his name was tall and brunette, but Harry didn't pay much attention to it. He payed more attention to how big his gulp was and how he broke out into a cold sweat. Harry shakily got up and smiled at the woman, following her into a separate room that had bookshelves and file cabinets lined across the walls. Along with those features, there was a dark wooden desk with a long leather chair that Harry felt shamefully nervous by.

"Mr. Tomlinson will be with you any minute. Why don't you rest and have some water?" The woman said, gesturing to the water machine to Harry's left before she was leaving, closing the door behind her. Harry let out a trembling breath, running his hands through his matted hair before going to rest on the couch. He only got moments of silence, however, before the office door opened.

"Harry, is it? Hello, I'm Mr. Tomlinson, lovely to meet you." The man had a rough but high pitched voice as he spoke to Harry, however his eyes did not meet Harry's figure yet.

"H-Hello sir." Harry gulped audibly, his words shaky. Harry eyes trailed up and down Mr. Tomlinson's figure, his body slightly curvy and his face that had rough but at the same time soft features. He had brown hair that was in a part and swooped to the side, and blue eyes that complimented his features very nicely. It was safe to say if besides the circumstances, Harry would be all over this man. Unfortunately that's one of the reasons he's sat in this office. Undeniable want for men. He felt his palms get clammy as Mr. Tomlinson took a seat at his desk and looked down at a clipboard.

"Sixteen, aye? Youngest I've had." He said, eyes trailing down the piece of paper. After letting his eyes trail for awhile, Harry let his mind conclude that this man was around twenty five to thirty years old. Not the oldest I've had, Harry thought.

"Why don't you tell me a little about yourself, Harry? What hobbies are you into, what's your favorite subject, all that." Louis said, his eyes coming up to meet Harry's.

"I'm from Holmes Chapel, I, um, I have one sister and one cat, my favorite subject is E-English, and my birthday is February 1." Harry said almost calmly, his anxiousness showing through in his stumbling and stuttering.

"Very well, Harry. Do you know why you're here?" Just the question I wanted to ignore, Harry thought.

"My mum, yeah. She n-noticed some things, I guess. Was worried about me, I think." Harry gave himself an imaginary pat on the back for keeping his voice almost level this time.

"May I ask, why do you think you're here?" Louis said, resting back in his chair and glancing at Harry. Before Harry could answer, Harry's eyes drifted down when something sparkly caught his eye. A wedding ring, god damnit.

"I-I don't know, honestly. I didn't think, or realize, sex was such a big deal. I was never taught that it was." Harry didn't dare look up to meet Louis' eyes, feeling uncomfortable as soon as the word sex left his mouth.

"Harry, I just wanted to assure you that it's okay to talk about it. I see that you're uneasy and reluctant, but it's nothing to be ashamed of. We're both men, we know how girls can be."

And oh. Oh was all that was going through Harry's mind. A strangled noise left Harry's lips, feeling even more uncomfortable than before. How was he supposed to reply to that question?

"No Mr. Tomlinson, I, um, I'm actually gay?" For whatever reason Harry ended the sentence in a questionable tone. The man raised his eyebrows, however not looking too surprised at Harry's words. Louis took in a deep breath before replying.

"That's fine too, Harry. Whatever makes you happy." Harry let out a breath he didn't even realize he was holding, but still didn't dare to look into Mr. Tomlinson's eyes.

"I want to ask kind of a more personal question now, if you don't mind. Why do you like it? Why is it so frequent and necessary to you?" Mr. Tomlinson said, his eyes fixing in on Harry's lips for a quick moment, then his eyes. Harry didn't noticed he quick look to his lips, however.

"The feeling of it, I guess. The feeling of being appreciated is very nice." The feeling of someone actually liking you, is what Harry wants to say, but he keeps his lips sealed. He didn't know this man well enough.

"So nice that you feel the need to experience it-" Louis takes a break to look down at his clipboard, "-almost every night?"

Harry sucks a deep breath in, nodding to his words. Harry thought for a second about how he could know this, but then he figured his mom must have told someone about how frequent he went out.

"When did this start, Harry?" His question makes Harry's breath stop for a second, thinking back to when he was 14.

"F-fourteen sir. I was fourteen." Louis eyes almost bulged out of his head when he heard him, but managed to not say anything questionable about it. Louis knew that a lot of people were starting to lose their virginity while they were younger, but 14 seemed too young.

"That's very young Harry, with who did you do this with? A boyfriend, a friend?" Harry didn't mean to start tearing up, but he suddenly felt his eyes watering.

"B-Boyfriend." It almost came out as a sob, which made Louis snap his head up.

Harry didn't want to think about it, but even being reminded about when he was 14 sparked it.

"It's not a big deal Harry, just do it already. I'm sick of waiting. Stop being such a pussy about it." He said, walking towards Harry and grabbing him by the arm. Harry whimpered and tried to pull away as much as he could, but he was too weak. He was only 14, and he was 18. He couldn't do anything about it.

"Are you okay, Harry? Is that a trigger to you? I'm so sorry, I didn't know," Louis rambled out. He rose from his chair and walked around the desk, going to crouch in front of Harry. Harry couldn't help the tears that fell from his eyes as his body started to shake from the memories that flooded his mind.

"I think we should call your mom, okay? We can talk about this next time." Harry nodded as he wiped a few stray tears away, standing up and walking out the office, followed by Louis.

Harry's mum picked him up 10 minutes later, Harry not shaking anymore but still had a sad look smeared on his face. As he left the building, he looked behind himself to see Louis standing by the counter with his arms crossed and looking sincerely at Harry. He gave a small smile before Harry turned around, giving his mom a smile and assuring her nothing was wrong.

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A/N

This sucks lol!!