The Therapist *Narry/Nouis*

"I think we should see a therapist,"

My eyes snapped up in shock, colliding with the emeralds that drove me nearly insane. I eyed him carefully, wondering what could have possibly brought this on.

"A therapist?" I repeated.

"Yeah," Harry scratched the back of his neck awkwardly, fluttering his gaze down to the ground. He poked the filled floor with his toe, refusing to meet my eyes. "I know we've... Been having some problems... And I want to work them out..." He trailed off and shrugged his broad shoulders a little.

"Okay," I smiled and took a sip from my coffee mug. His eyes trailed up to look at me, locking with my blue irises.

"Okay?"

"Okay, I'll go to a couples therapy session with you," I clarified. "I love you and I want to... Have a healthy relationship with you." He grinned and bent down to peck my lips, leaving his to linger over mine for a second too long.

So that's how we ended up sitting on the opposite ends of the plush, blue couch, not even sending a glance at each other, a few days later. In front of us was an empty, red, Victorian style chair, waiting to be filled with the therapist that would either make us or break us.