Pixie Hart was something. Well, that's the only way Harry Styles could put it the first time he had met her. With her precise liking of things,her putting emphasis on many words and her tendency to say ‘oh' every other time, she wasn't a normal thing in the twenty year old life. He really thinks he's never going to see her again (can't even decide if it's a good thing or not) until he finds himself stuck with her as his wanna-be psychologist (Louis calls it ‘Happy Coach') and things turns out pretty fucked up. Harry really doesn't know what's best: Pixie Hart in is life or Pixie Hart out and really far away from it? Pixies, Sweetarts, oh, so, cliché peppermint tea, and fake tattoos. Harry had seen nothing yet.