Therapist [h.s]

chapter four

Isabel

"Mr Styles.." I hesitated before asking. "How old are y-you b-because you never told me and you obviously know that I'm underage for many things, including alcohol and sexual intercourse, but you never told me like how old you are and you are takin-" I was cut off quickly by loud chuckles, they were deep and husky and they made my body shiver.

He examined my face, as his smile was drifting to the side of his face because he was trying to hide them, but they were loud. I was suddenly embarrassed and I had no absolute idea that I was rambling. My cheeks red like I had just eaten a hot chilli pepper, and my fingers and toes tingling with even more embarrassment because he had laughed at me. At me, I had felt immensely insecure when he had done it the first time and he just said he would never laugh at me, he was laughing at my 'cuteness'.

I tried my hardest to fall through the window and never be seen on the face of the earth again.. but my ankle had started to hurt more. I was dying internally, my real pain and metaphorical pain that was only visible to me and inside my head.

"Sweetie, I am twenty-three, I went to university for four years and here I am, giving advice to sweet, beautiful little girls, such as yourself.," He answered quietly, his voice was so soothing and my cheeks tingled from his nice words, such a charmer. He was six years older than I am, I would never think that was disturbing, my parents were a good ten years apart.

"Uhm- d-did you study here in Australia or in uh, the country you are from?" I wanted to know more about him, he is obviously not from here, his accent was different and had been so alluring.

"No, I came here after my university course in England. I came here just a couple weeks ago.." I was too immersed in this slightly bad conversation, just from my end, to realise that we had just stopped. I looked around and up to the double story house in front of myself. I knew this area way too well, I looked into his soft emerald eyes and he quickly hopped out and opened my door.

He grabbed me underneath my bum and on my shoulders before picking me up fully bridal style, my ankle ached badly, I looked at my sneaker held feet, I could see my swollen ankle through my ankle socks. "Ugh, that bloody hurts." He slammed the door shut and I looked at my surrounding and realised why it was so familiar.

He lived right across from me. My house was direct across from his. My therapist was holding me close to his broad chest, as he rubbed my back in comfort like I was a toddler and he smelt like rich beautiful peppermint and chocolate, I wanted to fully understand why my dad had made me come to Mr Styles. Why was this really beautiful man walking me into his house?

I looked at my home once more and realised my blinds were wide open, my black bed frame in view and if you stared long enough you could see part of my wardrobe. Had he known that my house was across the street?

I looked at his pink puckered lips, so beautiful and soft looking, his eyebrows were shaped so perfectly for his long cascading hair and nose. Never had I ever seen a human that was so much more beautiful, so alluring. I looked directly at his eyes, the soft green colour making me sleepy and fall into a daze. He was looking straight ahead as he touched around his sweatpants for keys, I suppose.

I looked at him longer, his eyes now turning back to me and releasing me from my daze. His light smirk and humorous gaze trailed my entire face as I blushed once again from embarrassment.

This is fairly familiar, my head swirled around the fact that this has happened before. He suddenly opened the door and smiled happily, "Finally, it took absolutely bloody forever to open."

"Okay, babe, I'm going to set you on the bathroom counter, my first aid kit, is in there, I think.." He spoke with a tired sigh, I looked around the home, tuning him out as I noticed, he had photo frames in his hallway and kitchen, the family I had presumed. He sat me on the counter as I thought that his house looked so different than mine, and his smelled like a nice home cooked meal and himself. It was modern and sweet looking.