Worthless Beauty L.S *Under Massive Editing*

T E N

T E N

*listen to song to the side while reading this*

"WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING HERE?" She yelled ripping the covers off of our bodies. Harry opened his eyes slowly still oblivious to what was happening. I pushed him off gently and he tried to reach for me but I moved even further.

"Mrs. Styles I-"

"I'm calling the police." She said angrily and headed down stairs. I quickly followed her.

"Mrs. Styles wait, you can't." I said breathlessly, I really hated stairs. "I could go to jail and lose my job."

"Well you should of thought of that before you fucking snuck into my house and slept with my son. You're fucking disgusting." And that's when I stayed quiet. 'Youre fucking disgusting.' They couldn't hurt any less than they did years ago. She dialed but someone yelled from the top of the stairs.

"NO!" She looked at Harry with suspicious eyes but didnt let go of the phone and I knew after thirty seconds if you didnt press call the number would erase and turn off. He stumbled down the stairs and yanked the phone out of her hands. "You can't." He cried. "You can't take the only thing that keeps me here away from me."

"Harry this man is twenty six for goodness sakes. You're a fucking seventeen year old. Not to mention he's you're fucking therapist because you're so fucked up in the head and always want to bloody kill yourself." Harry threw the phone at her nearly hitting her in the face.

"Call them then and while you're at it call the fucking funeral home better yet don't you wouldn't care enough to make me a funeral." I looked at Harry and tried to hug him but he shook his head violently.

"Harry." She said sadly.

"Well go on then!" He yelled with tears streaming down his face.

She picked up the phone from the floor and for a moment I thought she was actually going to do it but she set it down on the charger and looked at us. "How long have you two been together?" She said with a hint of disgust in her face but I could tell she was trying to fix things.

"One week and a few days." Harry answered monotone. And I couldn't believe it, we had been through so much and we had barely started dating, though we didnt officially start dating till a few days ago.

"And he makes you happy harry?" She asked.

"Very." He said this time with some emotion. "I love him so much you would never understand."

She looked at me and shook her head. "I can't believe this bullshit." She tugged at her hair lightly and groaned. "Since when are you gay?" She practically yelled not caring anymore.

"Since I met him?" Harry answered unsure not knowing if he was really supposed to answer that question.

She looked at me and pointed an threating finger my chest. "You're disgusting, you're not supposed to fucking date your patients. Harry should be with a girl. Not a guy - especially not his therapist." She turned to harry with a determined look on her face. "Break up with him."

Harry and I looked at each other. "What." We chocked out at the same time.

"I won't call the cops if this ends now." She said. I was close to tears but I needed to be strong for Harry.

"Harry." I said shakily. Harry shook his head.

"Please.." He begged his mum but she just kept a solid face.

"I'm waiting Harry."

"He doesn't have to tell me, I.." That's when I chocked, but that didnt seem to phase her.