psycho-logy//Harry Styles

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LEXI

When I got to small apartment I went straight to my black and white calendar hanging crooked on the wall. I picked up the pen and wrote "Harry" on Tuesday, Thursday, Saturday, and Sunday. I sighed as I popped the cap back down and gently placed the pen in its holder. I walked upstairs to my room and started to undress out of the irritably tight shirt that clung to my body, I threw on a black long sleeve shirt and grey sweatpants. It was the summer but I still felt the need to cover up for some reason.

*knock knock*

My breath hitched as I recognized the knock, hoping I was mistaken. I stumbled down the stairs and cautiously opened my door, there I saw the troubled patient looking at me with no emotion.

"Harry?" I questioned myself. He looked at me and shifted awkwardly, standing up straight. He was almost a foot taller then me.

"I uh never caught your... name." He said bluntly. I looked at him and tilted my head to the left thinking about why he wanted to know, or how he knew I lived here.

"It's Lexi." I replied breathlessly. He nodded his head and looked down. His eyes went wide and he slowly brought his eyes back to mine.

"Are you gonna hit me?" He almost whispered, it sounded like he was going to cry. I gave him a bizarre look and he pointed at my hand. I looked at it and saw I had balled up my fist, knuckles turning white.

"Oh, uh no." I slightly laughed releasing my hand. He stood there and looked like he was gonna say something but turned on his heel and walked away. I knitted my eyebrows together and closed my door, locking it.

*flashback*

"Daddy please don't hit me!" 8 year old Lexi pleaded, clinging to her fathers large leg. He looked at her in disgust and shook her off.

"Don't touch me!" He spat, Lexi could smell the alcohol on his intoxicated lips. She fell to her knees and started to cry.

"Please daddy." She whimpered in defeat. Her dad shook his head and kicked Lexis vulnerable stomach, causing her to throw up.

"You're weak." He hissed, walking out of the "home"

*end of flashback*

I gasped as I remembered that night, falling to my knees, my hands going straight to tug on my hair.

"It was a dream!" I screamed to myself.

"A dream!"