Therapist [h.s]

chapter three

Isabel

The car ride was awfully silent and awkward. I was surprised, nothing looked awkward when Mr Styles would do it, and he was too poised and beautiful to be awkward.

A trait to being awkward is to be insecure, he should be far from insecure, but, I relish in the fact that it is quite awkward, I wouldn't want to speak to him more than I already have to.

He was gripping the steering wheel with one hand, but very lazily, constantly his eyes would glance past the road towards me, but, I would turn my head quickly to not be caught staring at him.

Now I have realised that it is not him that's awkward, it's me. He was too laid back and overconfident, and he had a job that made sure that he wasn't insecure, so he could cure, patients like myself, that really were.

"Where are we g-going?" I stuttered, sure, you could say it was accidental, or, I was nervous. My body was sweating still from the fact that he saw my underwear and complimented it very bluntly.

He said, that it had suited my complexion, it made me both upset and happy, but I was disappointed in myself too, truly, I do understand that my boyfriend had hit me, that my boyfriend had died, I am disappointed, for letting Harry believe that I'm some kind of innocent, small little girl, that can't defend herself.

I am upset with my father for not loving me and treating me like he should, I'm upset at myself for loving James with my whole entire heart and being. He just was too jealous for his own good, and I had thought that I was okay, he would overcome the jealousy and realise how much of me he had owned and how he could take me and rip me to shreds and I would still love him.

"To the park, sweetie," Harry sighed angrily at himself and smiled at me. "You're beautiful, and for you to start trusting me as not only your therapist but your friend, we need to do some trust exercises."

He drove faster as I gasped. This man should realise that I won't ever trust him fully, because it ruined me before, with my father, my mother, James, they are all sudden disappointments and scars on my skin. "Just so you can start telling me things, telling me things you have never told anybody ever before, so I can help you and you can be better."

"Sure," I forcibly smiled at him. We stopped suddenly and Harry parked to car smoothly and opened his door before quickly running over to mine and opening it.

"Isabel, Isabel, listen, please." Harry asked, us walking side by side, he smelt nice, like chocolate and peppermint, something I could smell all day.

"Let's just sit down for now with our bodies stretched side by side on the grass," He said, laying down on the grass first and I copying him, our heads touched lightly, and his long rustled hair was tickling my forehead.

"Breathe in and out, long and slow, think happy things, things that make you smile and laugh," He whispered. "Now let's get to know simple things..."

"What's your favourite song?" He asked a simple question, It's not like I was closed off to any social interaction in my life, James had nice music taste, most of it soothed my thoughts and soul. I just couldn't pick one. It had all been an alternative.

"All I Want, by Kodaline," I smiled, it was one of my favourites and it described me perfectly. The lyrics soothing me and also hitting me with remembrance about my destructive life. "What's yours?" I was happy for me, but I wasn't happy inside me or outside me.

"So many, that, to be honest with you sweets, I'm not even sure," He laughed happily as his eyes closed with content. I honestly forgot that he was my therapist for a moment. He was just a happy, beautiful human being. "But, Kodaline's songs are on there for sure, as well as Fleetwood Mac's and Coldplay's."

"What's your favourite colour?" He asked.

"Emerald, like your eyes, they are beautiful," I said softly, I was afraid he would say some rude comment and how I shouldn't say stupid things like that, but he didn't, he laughed. "What's yours?"

"Blue, light blue actually..." He answered. "You Isabel, have beautiful brown eyes that I could never forget either and brown may not be a colour that many favour but mine is.." He was so ravishing, and so wonderful, such a nice man, but just my therapist.

"Are you relaxed, Isabel?" He was holding his body up by his elbows and he smiled so angelically, his teeth and dimples showed. I was too embraced in his aura to realise I was touching his dimple, it was so deep and cute, his face was soft and mildly rough because he hadn't shaved in a while, then I realised I was stroking his face softly.

I pulled away quickly and stood up. "Yes, Mr Styles, I am, so what now then?" He had laughed at me, or with me, I don't know but it was deep and husky and wonderful, but I was insecure and a little annoyed.

"Please, stop laughing at me," I spoke quietly. I wasn't afraid of him, my therapist, I was afraid of his manly intentions.

"Sweetie, no, I would never, ever laugh at you, no, I was laughing at how cute you were," He exclaimed and stroked my hair softly, his touch was fire, he was my fuel and he was too nice.

"Just remember I would never ever laugh at you darling, now let's walk over here." He stopped stroking my hair. "Let's just start with simple running, yeah? Sounds good?"

"Yeah."

So we ran, and ran, so far, and so fast, I was angry and was letting my emotions out, he was fast and kept up. I was looking at him and laughing and running faster, running further than him, so much further that I didn't know that he was screaming at me to stop as I looked back at his distraught face, and I suddenly fell.

Down a hill, it was small, but obviously not small not to not sprain my ankle. When Harry caught up, he was angry, really angry, but really worried too.

"I'm s-sorry Harry, I didn't k-know there was a hill..." He touched my left ankle and I hissed lightly as the pain shot up through my leg and moved away quickly.

He ran his hands through his hair as he picked me up bridal style, his hand sitting contently on my bum, and I would have told him how uncomfortable I felt if he hadn't looked so stressed and distraught.

"Well, I'll take you to my house because it's only five minutes away from here, and get an icepack on that, because it's going to hurt more once it swells and if we don't have an icepack on it." He smacked my bum roughly causing me to whimper lightly, as he whispered. "That's just to ease the pain in your foot, don't worry."

So he ended up carrying me to the car that was, unfortunately, ten minutes away, because we had ran very far away. The whole way Harry was cussing himself about how he knew this was a bad idea and we are not doing it again.

"Now babe, it's going to be okay, just get in, let's go to my place and get you fixed up." He smiled reassuringly at me.

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