When he was five he was diagnosed with Obsessive Compulsive Disorder. His life was a bit more organized than everyone else. He cared more about how the placement of his pencils on his desk, then he did about actually using them. That was until he turned fifteen, his obsessions went from objects to people. He would become obsessed with a certain girl, it was always a girl, and could not get her out of his head. As he starts learning how to stop obsessing over every female that gives him a friendly smile he sees her, walking down the street and can't help but want her all to himself.
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"What is so different about this one Harry? I have helped you get over many girls in the past ten years that you have been coming to see me. Why is this one girl so different?"
I sigh, frustrated.
"You didn't see her. You didn't see the way she walked down the street without a care in the world. You didn't see how the wind blew through her beautiful auburn hair. But most importantly you didn't feel what I felt when we briefly made eye contact. With the others it was about knowing everything I could possibly know about them, but with her it is about having her."
"Having her how?"
"Mentally, emotionally, and most definitely, sexually. I can just imagine the moans that are going to come out of her sweet mouth when I finally take her as mine."
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