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꧁Lawrence x Therapist!Reader꧂

Request by Blueberry083
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"They'll punish me and I'm a bit nervous..."

Lawrence sat across you on the carpet. He held a glass with water in his hands and took little sips occasionally. His eyes never met yours, they stared st the ground since the beginning of the session. But who are you to judge? He started therapy a few weeks ago without his parents noticing it.

"Your parents don't allow you to bake? But you said yourself that you want to become a baker." You adjusted your sitting position.

"I know! But my parents are pretentious assholes that put their stupid dreams and expectations on me without even asking me once if I'm okay!" Lawrence put hid glass on the floor. His hands moved hastily through his hair until he pulled on it in frustration. Eyes staring at you, waiting for you to interrupt him but after he noticed your concentrated stare on him, he continued.

"Who do they think they are, huh? I don't want to live their lives anymore, I want to be free! My life is in a cage and I can't seem to get out. I don't want to obey the rules anymore!" Lawrence hid his face in his hands out of frustration. He looked up again, his eyes meeting yours but no muscle in your body flinched at his outburst.

"Pardon my choice of words but your parents are actively damaging your mental health with something that they deem to be important-"

"Don't apologize, you're right. My parents don't care about me, they only hurt me and use me..." Lawrence pulled harder on his hair. "Nobody listened to me... Nobody cared about my issues except for you"

"That's my job" you smiled gently towards as. He returned the gentle smile but his lips twitched a bit downwards. His smile didn't hold the strength your smile did.

"It's about time to end this session or your parents will smell something fishy" Lawrence snorted.

"Of course. It was nice talking to you again and... Thanks" You held your hand out to him.

"No need to thank me" he took your hand and shook it. You could swear that he squeezed it a bit in a way that told you that he didn't want to leave yet.

"My phone number is always available. If something or someone is stressing you out at home, just call me and we'll sort it out"

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You grabbed the cans filled with corn and put them inside your backpack. Your eyes scanned the shelves of the abandoned store for water bottles or something else to help you but as you noticed that the shelves have been all cleaned, you zipped your backpack shut and walked out of the store into the next one. Well... You can't really call it walking as you were sneaking inside the huge mall, making sure that the zombies don't notice your unwelcoming presence.

You took tiny steps to prevent making any noises until you heard a loud scream a few meters away from your right. Soon after, many other screams shrilled inside the mall, catching the attention of the zombies.

Survivors... You quickly hid behind a closet that laid on the ground. The once silent mall echoed every single noise that the zombies and survivors did. Steps echoed near you. They made it.

A zombie caught you off guard as it tried digging its fangs into your flesh. You used a wooden plank to block it before you kicked it off. Quickly, you stood to your feet and attempted to run away but another zombie approached you from behind. This time, somebody else killed it saving your life in the process. One look into his hazel eyes behind his round glasses told you immediately who your savior was.