Therapist's Report: Allison

I rescheduled the last appointment because of a family emergency. We have an appointment the day after tomorrow.

Allison McIntyre
Therapist for Maritime Medical

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"We've got to stop meeting like this, love."

Allison stared at him, shock written all over her face. "W-what are you doing here?"

He shrugged and ran his eyes down her body, his eyes slowing down at her legs before moving back up to her eyes. "I live here, have you forgotten?"

She could feel her face getting hotter and hotter in mortification. She chose the wrong day to not wear a sweater over her clothes.

"Oh," she said in response before turning away from him and staring at her reflection in the shiny steel doors.

Seconds passed, and the elevator slowly crawled up floor by floor. Why wasn't it going as fast as it was coming down?

"I didn't know receiving deliveries counted as a family emergency," Harry said smugly, leaning against the walls of the elevator.

Allison's eyes must've given away her confusion, because Harry informed her. "Your coworker said you were home and couldn't come to the office because of a family emergency. So imagine my surprise to see you here, carrying a bag full of sushi and pad thai."

She only shrugged and hitched the bag higher in her arms. "Emergencies don't have to last forever."

Harry's jaw clenched, clearly not happy with her response. It was silent for a few seconds before he slammed his palm over the emergency stop button and ripped the paper bag from her hands.

Gasping, she jumped back only to be pulled into his arms and shoved against the wall.

"Don't lie to me, love," he coaxed, stroking the side of her face with his knuckles. "I hate liars."

Allison stayed quiet, her eyes trained on his without backing down. She didn't want to be the first to crack.

He gripped her chin in his large hand, and tilted her head back so she could only see his reflection on the top.

"Now tell me, Allison," he said, stretching his syllables out.

She felt her body tense up, because it was only two and a half weeks ago when Evan had her in the same position, only harsher.

Harry immediately dropped his hands, sensing her body's reaction to him. Taking a step back, he scanned her face, trying to read her emotions.

"What did that bastard do to you?" Harry spat, his eyes narrowing at her.

Her eyes widened, and she recoiled from him. "What?"

He opened his mouth to speak but the elevator doors slid open onto Fiori's floor, and she scampered out quickly.

"Get back here, Allison!" He ordered, following her off the lift.

Instead of listening to him, she quickened her pace to the end of the hall. She was almost at Fiori's door when she felt him jerk her back by the strap of her sports bra.

The bags tumbled out of her hand but she didn't take notice to them because Harry swooped her into his arms and pressed her body tightly to him.

"Where do you think you're going, love?" He questioned, moving a hand over her cheek.

Her lips parted, and she stared up at him but his eyes were trained on her lips.

"I find it funny how I was going to ask you something," he murmured, his forest green eyes now moving up to her own. "But just looking at you made me forget."

Before she could say anything, Harry pressed his lips to hers.

It was unlike any kiss they shared previously. It was slow and intimate, and his hands skimmed the edge of her yoga pants without delving beyond the waistband.

It was soft and she could feel his tongue slowly permeate her lips and tangle with her own.

A slow heat bubbled in the pit of her stomach and spread through her lower regions, and Harry's hands moved upwards to tangle in her braids. He yanked at her hair slightly before rubbing his thumb across her cheek tenderly.

What is he doing to me? She thought as he nibbled on her bottom lip.

Abruptly, Fiori's door opened, causing them to jump away from each other quickly. The Chinese beauty stepped out of her apartment in hair rollers and a sweatshirt and looked between the two of them knowingly.

"So that's what took you so long to bring up the food."

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"Bitch!" Fiori yelled, throwing a fortune cookie at Allison's forehead. "How could you not tell me you were seeing the Harry Styles?"

"Because I'm not seeing him," she replied, grabbing the cookie off the couch. "Huh, I though fortune cookies were Chinese, and we ordered Thai and Japanese."

"Don't try and change the subject!" Fiori threw a pillow at her. "This is the third time you've kissed him. It must mean something!"

"I don't know what it means!" She snapped, anger clear in her tone. "Hell, every time I'm near him, my goddamn thoughts scramble! I shouldn't be feeling this way from someone like him."

"What about him is wrong?"

"Everything!" She answered, giving her a look. "He's fucking psychotic! He has schizophrenia, and I'm pretty sure that he wants to kill me from time to time!"

Fiori sat quiet for a moment before nodding in agreement. "I guess you're right, but he's still so hot so even if he's insane, you're passing up a good fuck."

"Fi!" She scolded, her jaw dropping. "I have a boyfriend."

"He's been missing for a week, I'm pretty sure he's probably run off with his assistant to get married in Mexico," Fi said, rolling her eyes.

Allison couldn't help but want him to stay missing just a little longer. Maybe she could enjoy this short lapse of freedom.

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It was now Thursday, and Allison was almost dreading this appointment with Harry. After the kiss they shared on Sunday, she wasn't so sure about the dynamic of their relationship.

"Harry?" She called into the waiting, and she saw him, sitting in the corner, writing feverishly into his journal. When he heard his name, he shut his journal and got up to follow her inside.

He was wearing a suit, and Allison couldn't help but swoon. His broad shoulders were nicely enunciated in his tailored suit, and a few buttons were undone at the top. He looked good.

"So how was your week?" She asked, settling down in her seat with the notepad resting in her lap.

Harry chuckled and raised an eyebrow. "We're back to that now?"

Twisting her lips, she gripped the pen tighter in her hands. "Let's keep this professional, okay?"

Before he could respond, the phone in her office rang, and she never felt more relieved. "Hold on a second."

She waltz over to her desk and picked up the phone. "Hello?"

Harry watched her facial expression go from cheerful to shocked in thirty seconds.

"Okay, I'll come down to the station in a few," she murmured into the receiver, her knees feeling like jelly and dizziness overtaking her senses.

She stumbled away from the phone and harry shot up from his seat to steady her. "Are you alright?"

"My boyfriend was just found dead in an alley and I'm now a suspect," she said, her voice shaky. "How the fuck do you think I'm feeling?"

Stepping away from Harry, she pressed a button on her phone. "Laleh, cancel my appointments. They found Evan."

Grabbing her bag and jacket, she raced out of the room without even another glance at him.

As the door was shut, a smirk was evident on his face.

Mission accomplished, the voices whispered. She's all ours now.

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a/n: FINALLY WE'RE GETTING SOMEWHERE!

We're reaching the climax of the story and I'm so freaking happy.

Anyway, I am in love with Justin Bieber's new album, Purpose. Sorry is a bop but that song with Travis Scott? LIT!

-rachel.