something more ((yandere x reader))

X- cut off

(Y/n) was quick on the mark to end her professional relation with Harlow. It was Saturday morning and she was waiting in the Hummingbird Café for Harlow to arrive. She'd already spoken to Mandy about getting him transferred to seeing Dr Wendell instead.

The bell on the door alerted her of his presence. She looked up and gave him a small smile, his face stayed neutral as he sat opposite her.

"What did you need to talk to me about?" He asked, unsure of why he was taking time out of his day to see someone he'd need to see in a few days anyway. "Is it about Victor? Or my mom?"

"Um, no. Well, sort of. It's just-" (Y/n) took a deep breath to compose herself. "I know that you feel like you'd beat your anger issues better by having a less formal relationship with me. But I feel like I'm cheating you out of proper treatment if I just treat you like a friend, do you know what I mean?"

He scrunched up his face. "So what? You're just gonna stop seeing me outside your office?"

"No, I want to help you. I want you to find your mother and find out what happened, but for me to do that I can no longer be your therapist." She explained slowly.

Harlow clenched his jaw, trying to hold back an outburst. "So you want to fucking help me and you pull shit like this?" He said through gritted teeth, his eyes staring down at the table. "How the fuck do you want me to feel?!" His volume raised.

(Y/n) did her best to stay calm but she couldn't deny the fear that was rising within her. "Harlow, you need real treatment from someone who's willing to go about this in an appropriate manner. It's completely my fault that I wasn't able to do that for you and I'm so sorry."

"Damn right it's your fault!" He stood up, the chair he was sitting on fell back. He'd caught the attention of everyone else in the café. "You fucking bitch!! Do you know how hard it is for me to talk about the stuff that I told you?! Of course you don't! Because I told you the second fucking time I saw you because you had the audacity to be kind to me and make me feel....things I don't understand and these things make me want to talk to you! And now you're telling me that that all means nothing and I've got to tell some chump everything I told you! They're not gonna do shit for me, (Y/n)!!" He yelled, his voice growing hoarse towards the end of his speech.

"Harlow, please sit dow-" She spoke quietly, wanting the café's attention off of her.

Harlow clenched his first tightly, normally he would've already resorted to violence but something was holding him back. His eyes scanned the table, he grabbed (Y/n)'s water and through the contents of the glass over her. "You bitch."

(Y/n) shivered as the cold water ran down her hair and dripped onto her clothes. She didn't want to shout at him as that would only escalate his anger further. "Don't make it seem like I'm abandoning you." She choked out. "I'm going to be here for you Harlow. Not as your therapist, but as your friend. I know this has to be irritating for you."

Harlow let out a few ragged breaths. He opened his mouth a few times as if to speak but always ended up closing it before any words could leave it. He brought his fist harshly onto the table, tears stung at his eyes. He felt hurt, he felt embarrassed and he felt cheated. But most of all he felt disappointed in himself for having another outburst.

Harlow lifted the fallen chair and sat back down. He craned his neck to see the other patrons of the café staring in his direction. "Shows over." He hissed. Harlow turned to (Y/n) feeling awful for dumping the cold water on her.

"Here," He offered her some napkins to dry herself off with.

"Thank you." She whispered. "That was really impressive."

"What are you talking about? I completely lost it." Harlow ran a hand through his hair, still feeling flushed with rage.

"But you reeled yourself back in before resorting to violence. That's progress!" She praised. As a therapist, she knew to put emphasis on baby steps as it made harder ones a lot more accomplishable.

"Is it? I threw water at you." He muttered guiltily.

"If you hadn't made progress you'd be getting arrested by now." (Y/n) reminded.

Harlow snickered a bit. "True." He made eye contact with (Y/n). "I'm still mad at you though."

"And you have a right to be. But look on the positive side, we've both got a great new friend." She beamed.

Harlow stayed quiet.

"You know it'll be easier talking with your new therapist as well." (Y/n) continued, knowing it must be hard for Harlow to formally accept her friendship. "Every time you talk about something it gets a bit easier."

He just nodded. He wasn't so much angry at (Y/n) as he was angry at the situation, most of his silence could be owed to the fact he just didn't know what to say. Besides, there was an odd comfort to just listening to her speak.

(Y/n) was also lost for words, she was hoping Harlow could continue the conversation. Then, an idea popped into her head. "Hey, we should go to the gallery on western street. We can check my dad's art if you want."

Harlow remembered talking about it on Thursday. "Yeah, um, when do you want to go?"

"How about Monday afternoon? I get off early so maybe we could meet there at like three o'clock." She suggested.

"I could pick you up if you want." Harlow's suggestion came out of left field to both (Y/n) and to him. Something inside was urging him to say this, if not to make up for getting her wet then to find out her address.

"I didn't know you had a car." (Y/n) said raising an eyebrow.

"I don't. I do have a motorbike though." Harlow clarified.

"A motorbike? Those things are pretty dangerous." (Y/n) said, more to herself than anything.

Harlow smirked at her scared expression, finding it endearing. "Well, I'll just have to protect you, won't I?" With that, he stood to leave. "Text me your address and I'll pick you up at three, Monday."