Unhinged - COMPLETE

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It seemed like minutes passed by before one of us decided to speak. Within that time, my hands had grown sweaty, my mouth had become dry and I suddenly felt like I couldn't think right.

"Harry, answer me please," I begged him. He was clearly too nervous to speak, so I took a step towards him. It felt like my body unconsciously moved as I was already quite shocked by his silence.

I approached him slowly and I looked up at him. He was avoiding my gaze and I reached up to his face. He finally looked away from his fingers and at me.

I raised my eyebrows for an answer, a frown growing on my lips. I didn't want to talk about this. I was hoping to have this conversation a few months down the road. I didn't think I would be asking Harry Styles, the singing sensation, if he loved me or not.

But since it was brought up, I had to know.

He finally looked into my eyes and I seen sadness. "Harry," I whispered.

I closed my eyes and I leaned my head against his chest. I continued to hold his face and I suddenly felt his head moving. I looked up at him and he had his eyes closed and he was nodding his head.

My heart began to race. I never thought someone like Harry would love someone like me. I was simply a nobody and he was a big deal across the whole globe.

"You do," I said to confirm that I wasn't just seeing things.

"I do," he whispered. "I'm sorry."

I violently shook my head as a tear rolled down his face. "No, no. No, Harry. Please don't cry. Don't be sorry. It's fine. I'm sorry I made a big deal about it."

He opened his eyes and looked at me. The whites in his eyes were red and that made his green iris' stick out even more than usual. "I didn't mean to fall in love so quickly."

I brought my other hand up to his face and I held him there. "Harry, it's okay. Really."

He wiped the stray tear that ran down his face and sniffled. "Do you love me back."

Woah, that was something I didn't expect him to ask me. I mean, I love the person he is. He's amazing and he's caring and kind and he's everything good that a girl can ask for. But as for loving him, that was too quick for me. I simply wasn't ready to declare my love for him, if you can even call it that. Maybe I didn't love him. It was too early in our relationship to even say if I did. As a teenager, my mother heard me tell a boy that I loved him over the phone. She gave me this long lecture about how I shouldn't be telling boys I loved them, unless I was ready to get married. I wasn't ready to get married though. I'm still so young and who's to say something might not go wrong in our relationship for moving too quickly. It will just be better for the both of us to just move slowly.

With that being said, I shook my head in response to Harry's question. I can see that it broke Harry, and that was not my intention.

"I don't love you Harry, but, I do have strong feelings for you. I'm not sure at the moment what they are, which is why I want to move slow with our relationship. I want to mean it when I decide to tell you that I love you. I want to make sure that I want to spend the rest of my life with you the day I decide to tell you those three words. Do you understand?"

He nodded his head. Of course he was hurt. I didn't expect him not to be when he asked me that question. However, I didn't want to leave to my mothers doctors appointment leaving him alone wondering if he's good enough.

I stood on my toes and I pressed my lips to his. I wrapped my arms around his neck and I was glad that he didn't push me away. Instead, he wrapped his arms around my waist and interlocked his hands behind my back. He kissed me back, molding our lips and sparking that spark that I felt the first time he kissed me. I ran my fingers through his hair as our kiss became more passionate. He kissed me harder, running his tongue along my lips. I allowed it, and his tongue was in my mouth before I could process what I was allowing. He was a great kisser and his mouth was sweet like the pancake syrup.

He was the first to pull away from the rough kiss, and when I took a step back away from him, his hair was a mess. I smiled and giggled as I stared at his soft curls covering his forehead.

He knew what I was laughing at and simply smiled as he tried to push his hair back into place. He grabbed me once more and pecked me on the lips before speaking. "Just take your time. I don't want to rush you into anything."

::

I quickly drove to Dylan's house/office. I was running a few minutes late. I had been to his house once for an appointment, but I forgot how long the drive actually was.

My mother and I quickly got out of the car and made our way up the stairs and to his front porch. There was a door sign that read: Ring twice for patients. Once for visitors. I rang the doorbell twice and nervously waited for him to open the door.

When he finally did, he had a few yellow bruises around his nose. I completely forgot that his nose broke and I also had something to do with it.

"Come in," he smiled. His face made me uncomfortable. His smile wasn't sincere and he looked slightly crazy.

His house looked much different than it did last time. His windows had gates on the outside, I'm assuming for any burglary. He had black out curtains on the inside and all the carpet he once had in his house was now changed to vinyl flooring. Heard those were really easy to clean.

He led me and my mother up the stairs and into one of the rooms. His office looked the same. A window on the corner with his desk placed right in the middle. He had a huge cabinet on the right side of the room and books filled the whole thing. Two chairs were placed in front of his desk and he gestured for us to sit.

"Dr., how come you don't go back to your old office?" My mother asked him.

He looked up at her, looking annoyed but then he smiled. "It's just easier to work from home."

He sighed loudly and it made me uncomfortable. He sat on his chair behind his desk and then took his notepad out. "Okay, so we haven't seen each other in a month, which we will get to the reason why. Let's see," he said looking through his past notes. "Last time we met, you admitted to seeing people. Now, are you still seeing them?"

My mother nodded her head quickly.

"Are your visions becoming worse?" He asked her.

She shrugged her shoulders, but I could tell she was just scared to admit that she was becoming worse.

I nodded my head. "She's seeing people and talking to them. But now her visions are hurting her. I caught her choking herself the other day and claimed it was you."

Dylan nodded his head and wrote a few things down. He wrote for a few minutes and then looked back at us. "Now, if her visions were getting worse, why did you wait a month to tell me?"

"I didn't-" I began to say but he cut me off before I could finish.

"Schizophrenia is not something to mess with. If you seen it getting worse, you should have scheduled an appointment right after. Maybe if you weren't so busy with your new beau and his famous lifestyle, you would've been in the right mind to come and see me."

I was going to speak again but my phone began to ring. It was Harry. That's weird, he knows I'm busy with my mother at Dylan's office. I pressed the talk button and brought the phone to my ear.

"Berry?!" He shouted.

"Woah, why are you shouting? Are you okay?" I asked him. He was breathing hard and I felt worried.

"Berry, your mother doesn't have schizophrenia!" He yelled.