Insecure

Would you lay down in my arms and rescue me?

More Then This - One Direction

"Sara what happened?" I ask as I bring her to the couch in my office. "What did he do to you?"

"Mr. Sterling didn't do anything other then raise his voice and curse at me." Sara explains softly as she looks down at her hand, I reach over and take her small hands in mine and squeeze them. "It was Michael." She whispers.

"What did he do?"

"I told him it was over, that he should focus on his wife since they are trying to have a child." She says softly.

"Wife? That mother fucker is married?" I growl.

"He got married after the accident, just over a year ago." 

"But you still had sex with him?" I finally ask, curiosity getting the best of me.

"You don't understand Harry, he was my first everything. My first love, my first kiss..... Everything." She mutters.

"I do understand love, I just hate how much he's used you." I pause before asking my next question nervously. "Do you find pleasure in it?"

"No. Well I mean there are times where it feels different, where it feels like he actually cares and it's not like I hate sex... I guess I just don't feel anything anymore. Oh my God, I'm becoming a monster." She says as she breaks down sobbing.

"You aren't Sara, you've just shut down to self preserve but now that phase is over." I assure her as I cup her face and look into her eyes. "Now it's time to blossom love." I whisper, she licks her lips and looks up at me as I bite my own. 

I want to kiss her so fucking bad.

But I shouldn't.

"Do you want to take our session on the road and work out outside?" I suggest and she nods, I shoot Johnson a text that I'm taking her off campus before leading her out to my SUV. "We can stop by your house first then mine to grab our gear." I tell her as I open her door and she slides in.

Her house is just a 5 minute drive from school, I pull up front and hope out of the car to open her door as she looks around nervously. "It's ok Sara, I won't let anything happen to you." I whisper placing my hand on her lower back knowing that she was looking around for Michael. 

She unlocks the door and lets me in, I'm greeted with a massive amount of wedding photos but there is something missing out of each of them.

Her.

"They got married while I was in rehab, I couldn't of gone even if I was invited." She explains sadly as I look around at the other photos. Her parents, her sister, her brother in law but none of her. It's like she's a guest in the house and not actually living here. "My room is this way." She says taking my hand. 

"I can wait out here if you want." I offer and she shakes her head.

"I don't want someone coming home and finding you out there." She says as she pulls me inside a small blue room. With how large the house is and only two other people living here I can't help but wonder why her room is so small. "They moved me down here after the accident, I'm not complaining because it gives me at least some privacy and my own bathroom." She says as if she was reading my mind. "You can sit down, I'll just change really quick." Sara adds motioning to her bed.

She heads into her bathroom as I sit, she's taking a while and her bed is comfy so I lie back and wait. 

"God fucking dammit." She says frustratingly. "Um Harry?"

"Yes?"

"Can you erm... Can you help me? My fucking bra is stuck in my hair." She says sighing as I get up chuckling. "Don't look ok?" She says nervously as I walk into her bathroom. Sara has her back to me wearing nothing but a pink lace thong as she covers her breasts.

Fuck me.

"I kind of have to look or you're going to end up cutting some of your hair off love." I chuckle as she huffs. A chunk of her hair was wrapped around a few of the hooks on her bra. After freeing her from the offending garment I drop it in front of her and bring my lips to her ear. "You shouldn't wear these when you work out Sara." I whisper as I gently snap the side of her thong against her hip. 

"You said you wouldn't look."

"You can't dangle  a steak in front of a dog and not expect him to at least sniff at it." I tease.

"Are you comparing me to a steak Harry?" She muses.

"Grade A darling." I whisper before pressing a gentle kiss to her neck and heading back into her room leaving her to finish getting dressed.

"You just called yourself a dog Harry." She shouts after me.

"Eh, I've been known to mark my territory here and there." I tease, a few minutes later she comes out in a tight fitting black compression shirt that is low cut enough for her blue sports bra to peak out along with her ample cleavage. She paired in with some black leggings and bright pink trainers. "And you teased me for my choice of bright footwear." I taunt and she shakes her head before pulling her hair up into a messy bun. 

"Ready?" She asks and I nod just as the front door slams.

"Who the fuck do you have in my house Sara?"