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Chapter 47

Kally's P.O.V
~Saturday evening~
Harry and I arrived in Los Angeles yesterday, and I was once again glad. "Babe." I say. "Yes Kitten?" Harry says. "Cuddle me pwease?" I pout. "Nope. You decided to be a bad girl so no cuddling for you." He says. I had flicked off Harry because he wouldn't give me my phone. Harry said that we needed to spend more time with each other and that we should get off of our phones and talk to each other. I was in the middle of reading a really good fanfic, too, and he snatched my phone right out of my hands. "You're the one who snatched my phone out of my hands!" I say. "To spend time with you!" He says. "Besides, it's not nice to give your husband the finger." He says. "I'm sorry." I sigh. "Are you?" He asks. "Yes I am. I won't do it again, Harry. I promise." I say. "Okay, good girl." He says. "Can we cuddle now?" I ask. "I guess." He says. I see a smile creep on his face, and I smile as well. I wrap my arm around his torso, and rest my head on his chest. "I love you." I whisper. "I love you, too." He says.
Harry's P.O.V
Kally falls asleep, and I smile down at her beautiful, sleeping face. I hear the doorbell ring, and Kally surprisingly doesn't wake up. I slowly get up, and walk downstairs. I open the door, thinking to open it to Taylor or Paige, but it's surprisingly Kally's doctor. "Hi Mr. Styles. I didn't mean to intrude, but I needed to talk to you about Kally." She says. "Oh uh, no problem Miss.." I trail off, not knowing her name. "Please, call me Marlene." She smiles, and sticks a hand out for me to shake. And I do. "You can call me Harry." I smile. "Okay, Harry. Mind if I come in?" She asks. "Yeah sure!" I say. She walks in, and we sit on the couch. "Is Mrs. Styles here?" She asks. "Uh yeah, she's just upstairs sleeping at the moment." I say. "Okay good. The reason why I came here is because I wanted to discuss Kally's dyslexia with you." She says. "Okay." I nod. "Okay. Have you been helping her read by any chance?" She asks. "Yes I have, we practice everyday." I say. Why was she asking me these kinds of things? "Okay good. Has she been suffering from headaches or stomachaches when reading?" She asks. "Uh yeah. Why?" I say. "Just wondering. I just want you to know, Harry. Dealing with these sorts of things are troubling. If you don't have the patience, we can hire her some help." She says. What? She thought I couldn't handle it? Of course I could! Anything for my baby girl. "What? You think I can't handle it?" I ask. "Well, it's not that, it's just, I understand that you're busy with your work, and you probably don't have as much time as you wish to help her that's all." She says. "Oh. Well, I do. It's fine really." I say. "Okay. Any questions?" She says. "Actually yes, I have a few questions." I say. "Okay. I'll be glad to answer them!" She smiles. "Okay, uh, other than not being able to read properly, what's the other effects?" I ask. "It might be difficult for Kally to express herself clearly." She says. "What does that mean?" I ask. "It means that it might be hard for her to use vocabulary and to structure her thoughts during conversations. Sometimes it's hard for people to understand when others are talking to them. It's not due to hearing problems. Instead, it's from trouble processing verbal information. It becomes even harder with abstract thoughts and non-literal language, such as jokes and proverbs." She says. "Oh." I sigh. "Yes. Anymore questions?" She says. "Uh yes, is there a cure for dyslexia?" I ask. "It's not a disease, it's a disorder, so sadly there is no cure." She says. "Oh." I say softly. Knowing that Kally will have to deal with this for the rest of her life makes my blood boil, and it makes me feel really bad. "I have one more question." I say. "Yes?" She says. "Other than being unable to read, what's the other symptoms? I want to be aware so I can help her." I say. "I understand." She smiles. "The symptoms are that dyslexics seem to daydream, sees movement of letters when reading or writing. They can also be upside down, far apart, or blurry. They have trouble doing math, tends to be a procrastinator. Has severe anxiety about testing. Tends to hold a pencil differently than others or holds it very tightly. Handwriting is very hard to read. And has headaches or stomach pains when reading." She says. "Wow, that's a lot." I say. "There's more, I just decided to give you the basics." She says. "I understand." I say. "Now, Kally's a professional dancer am I correct?" She says. "Yes." I say. "She made a good choice." She nods. "And why's that?" I ask. "People like her have trouble finding good careers that will suit them." She says. "Is that because they can't read?" I ask. "Yes, they seem to learn well by images and only images." She says."I see." I nod. "Yes. I am going to help you with something if you don't mind." She says. "I don't mind at all." I smile. "Okay, I'm going to show you how you can help Kally how to read." She says. "Okay." I say. I'm glad she said that because the only thing I've been doing to help Kally is by writing down sentences. "Okay, first of all, be explicit. Dyslexics are often very literal. Explain the reason for suggesting any approach and encourage her to evaluate whether or not it works for them. Next, create an environment where making mistakes is seen as part of the learning process. Dyslexics seem to get very frustrated when trying to read, and they might soon give up, and we don't want that. So, if you do that she will want to read more and more. Choose activities, prepare materials, set tasks to the level of difficulty Kally has, but interact with her at her level of intelligence. Tell her in advance what the structure of any learning session will be. Explain the conventions; dyslexic learners need to know when a requirement is simply a convention, such as the layout of an essay or a newspaper article, or spelling patterns that do not need seen logical. And last but certainly not least, have lots and lots of patience." She says. I'm glad I decided to write this all down or I would never be able to get through this. "Thank you so much. I really needed this." I smile. "Not so fast! There's more." She smiles. "Agh!" I chuckle. I didn't really mind, though. As long as I can make my baby girl's life a little bit easier.
Kally's P.O.V
I woke up, and Harry was smiling down at me. "Were you watching me sleep?" I ask. "Yep." He smiles. "Creep." I mumble getting up. "Well, you look so beautiful when you sleep I couldn't help myself." He smirks. "Whatever." I giggle. "I talked to your doctor today." He says. "Really?" I scrunch my eyebrows together. "Yep. And don't worry, Kitten, I'll help you learn how to read." He says. "Harry, listen you don't have to-" Harry cuts me off. "But I want to." He says, looking me deep in the eyes. Harry caresses my face with his large hand. "Babe, I want to help you so badly. I know it's a lot of work, but I can do it. I promise you." He says. "Okay." I say softly. "Okay." He smiles, and kisses my lips. "You're the best, you know that?" I say when we pull away. "Yeah, I know." He flips his hair, and I playfully hit his chest. "You don't even have any hair to flip! Learn from the master." I say, standing up. I face him, and flip my hair, my hands pushing it out of my way. When I'm done, I smirk at him. "Show off." He says. "Don't be jealous." I giggle, sitting back on the bed. "One day your hair will be long enough to flip, and I will be very proud of you." I giggle. "Good." He pecks my lips. "Let it grow! Let it grow!" I laugh, so does he. "I actually added more to it. Want to hear?" I say. "Sure." He chuckles. "Let it grow! Let it grow! Don't cut it off anymore! Let it grow! Let it grow! Turn away and flick off the haters! Please don't care about what they're going to say! Let the curly locks grow. Your hair never bothered you anyway." I smirk the last part. Harry is dying of laughter and I'm proud. "Did you like that Bear?" I ask, giggling. "Yes!" He laughs. "Good!" I giggle. I smile to myself, glad that I made my HazzaBear laugh.