"It smells like sex in here." He laughs. I had my head on his chest and traced my fingers along his tattoo on his hip.
"Well... I wonder why." I tease. Harry could barely keep his hands to himself before we even entered his flat. The next thing I knew our naked bodies were intertwined and now we both were in his bed cuddling.
"I like you a lot. I want things to continue for us when I leave for tour." He says as he rubs his fingers down my back.
"I like you too." I admit. "This is just new to me." I explain.
"I know. I understand completely but I hope you have faith in this. We will talk everyday and you can come see me on the road." He explains his plans.
"I would love that." I wrapped my arms around his torso bringing him closer to me. I didn't want to think of him leaving just yet and I wanted to spend as much time with him as possible. I knew that he was leaving in a few days but I wasn't sure if I wanted to face that reality just yet. I have spent everyday with him since I came back from Pittsburgh the first time and it would be weird to spend time apart since I have become so comfortable with his company.
"So how was your day?" I say after a couple of minutes of silence.
"It was awful. Zayn was throwing a fit the whole time and he showed up an hour late." He sighs. I could tell he was irritated.
"I'm sorry. Do you know when he will leave?" I look at him with a sympathetic smile.
"He hasn't said one. But management already has it planned out. I'm thinking after this tour and he won't be part of recording the next album." He says. I could tell Harry was not happy at all about this which made me frown.
"What's wrong?" He asks noticing my frown.
"I hate that you have to deal with this. I couldn't imagine being in your situation." I say. Good thing I decided to be a psychologist, however, my expertise seemed to not be helping in this situation.
"Maybe you can talk to him?" He suggests.
"I've only met him like twice plus I don't specialize in boy bands. I specialize in nonverbal communication." I joke.
"Well Zayn has become practically mute." He stares off into space.
"I'm sorry." I gave him a kiss before nuzzling my head into his neck. Before I know it I'm drifting off and let my slumber overtake me.
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The next morning I was walking around Harry's room getting ready for work as he sat there silently watching me get ready.
"You know I can take you. I have rehearsals anyways." He says for the tenth time.
"I'll be fine. It's only a short walk from here." I say as I put my heels on and gather my purse. I look at my phone. I have roughly 30 minutes until my first appointment. Why would I ever accept an appointment for 7:45 in the morning.
"I have to go. See you tonight?" I say as I give him a kiss and he nods. I never wanted Saturday to come but I knew it was only a matter of time.
I made my way out of Harry's building and started my walk to work. I was at the corner of the street when I noticed a girl practically gawking at me. I smiled politely and looked away but she kept on staring.
"So how is Harry?" She asks me as I stand there waiting to cross the street.
"Excuse me?" I say uncomfortably.
"Harry Styles. You're his newest fling aren't you?" She looked me up and down. I honestly don't know what to say. I think for a moment before speaking.
"I'm sorry you have the wrong person." I smile politely again. I look over and thankfully it was time to cross.
"That sucks. You look just like the girl in the pictures." I hear her say as I walk away. As soon as I get to my office I text Harry about my awkward encounter. I begin gathering some information about my first appointment of the day and discover it's a new patient. It was a 13 year old girl who suddenly stopped talking to everyone around her about 6 months ago. This should be interesting.