Therapist {l.p.}

Therapist {l.p.}

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"Harper Davidson?" I stood up, leaving the magazine, and walked towards the voice. The voice belonged to a man who was in his early twenties, with chocolate colored eyes. He was wearing a suit, and had all of his brown hair pushed back will gel. He wore a kind smile, and held a clipboard in one arm. It's safe to say that he was good looking. "Hello," Dad greeted him, "I'm Robert Davidson, and this is my daughter, Harper." He smiled and waved at me. He then reached out to shake Dad's hand. "Liam Payne," He introduced himself. Then he looked at me. "Shall we get started?" He asked. Harper Davidson is signed up for therapy lessons with the one and only Liam Payne after her mother passed away. At first she despises it, but she starts to be a little more welcoming each week. As she starts to meet new friends who have their own problems, Harper finds out how to not only fix her problem, but fix the problems of others around her as well.
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My heart was beating and adrenaline was running through my body at a thousand miles per second. My hand wrapped around the door knob, but then I was pulled back painfully by my arm. I was whipped around and was face to face with a pissed off Louis. "Where do you think you're going, love?" He asked, and I gulped at how dark his voice sounded. The sane part of me was absolutley terrified of it, and I didn't like it, but the part of me that thought Louis was incredible was so turned on by his dark side. "Answer the question." He said as he squeezed my wrist tighter, and I winced a bit, but I didn't answer the question. "Were you trying to leave? Were you trying to run away from me?" He asked, and I felt his nails digging into my skin. I gave a small yelp of pain and then he was dragging me harshly by my arm down the hall again. He passed the room that I was staying in before and opened another door that was three doors down. He pushed me inside, and I couldn't see a thing. The room was completely dark. I began to breath faster because I've never been a big fan of the dark. I hated it. I didn't like what I couldn't see. I jumped as I felt a hand on my waist and my breath caught as I felt a surge of electricity run through me. I felt him pull me closer to him until my back was against his chest. His lips rubbed against my ear and he slowly whispered out "You can't leave, Harry. You're never gonna get away. I'm not gonna let you."

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