Therapist Report: Allison

I think Mr. Styles' diagnosis is all incorrect. While he has shown basic signs of mild undifferentiated schizophrenia, I don't think there was enough to diagnose. I do hypothesize that he may have bipolar disorder, due to his behavior in our sessions. However, I can no longer continue to have him under my care, seeing as personal issues have arisen.

Please discuss this with his new therapist and note this with the Doctor. I will transfer all the files and information I have on Mr. Styles.

Allison McIntyre
Therapist at Maritime Medical

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two weeks later

Allison sat in her quiet office, skimming paperwork for another patient, when Harry burst into the room.

"What the fuck is this?" He questioned, anger clear on his face as he slammed the referral slip from his insurance company on her desk.

Flustered, she rolled backwards to create space between the two of them. "Well, hello to you too, Harry."

He wasn't in the mood for her pleasantries. "Why did I just receive notice that I'm no longer under your care?"

"Because you're not anymore," she said simply, folding her hands atop her stomach before looking him straight in his eyes.

"So in the two weeks after you left my apartment in a frenzy, you just decided not to call me or contact me in any way, not even to tell me that I'm no longer going to be seeing you?" He seethed out, leaning over the desk and invading her space. She didn't budge, which almost made Harry raise an eyebrow at her new behavior.

"Didn't cross my mind, no," she said, before sitting up and continuing to complete her paperwork.

Now Harry was irritated. "You listen to me—"

"No, you listen to me," she interrupted him, which surprised him. "I'm sick and tired of you constantly demeaning me. I've let your attitude slide the entire time we had our sessions. That's not the type of women I am, despite what you've come to think of me. So speak to me like that again, and I will not hesitate to staple your thin ass lips together. Understand?"

He blinked and his lips slowly parted in shock. Did she really just speak to him like that?

Sighing, she shook her head and continued to write as if he wasn't even there, which made him even more angry than he originally was.

"No, I don't 'understand', Allison," he responded, his voice eerily calm as he walked around the desk to get to her. He yanked the back of her chair away from the desk and swiveled it around to face him. "You don't get to talk to me like that!"

She rolled her eyes. "Oh please, get over yourself. I'm tired of being so nice to you when all you do is belittle me. Some people have limits and this is mine."

"Well, I'm not even halfway there, love," he told her, grabbing her wrists gently and pulling her up from her seat. "We're not finished yet. And I'm not referring to these foolish therapy sessions."

Their close proximity and the weight of his last sentence had her slightly out of breath and made her heartbeat increase. "Then what exactly are you trying to say?"

He glanced down at her lips before slowly bringing his gaze back up to her eyes. "I'm not giving up on this. Why are you fighting this when you've known for months how you feel about me?"

Allison shifted her eyes elsewhere, anywhere that wasn't his alluring jade eyes and tried to yank her hands out of grasp. She now definitely knew he wasn't referring to a patient-therapist relationship. "Harry..."

Her voice trailed off when he released her hands and began to kiss the side of her neck. "Tell me you don't want to do this, and I'll walk away. I'll go to the new therapist and you'll never hear from me again."

She was silent as he moved his lips up and down her neck, which irked Harry. He started to back away from her, but instantly she snaked her arms around his neck. "Where the hell do you think you're going?"

He furrowed his eyebrows, visibly confused. "I thought you didn't—"

"You said to tell you if I didn't want to do this," she clarified, a smirk on her face. "So I stayed silent."

Harry rolled his eyes but nonetheless smiled genuinely. "You sly little fox."

She giggled before pulling him closer to her and pressing her lips to his. Eagerly, he shoved her onto the desk, which caused papers and pens to fly off.

His tongue slid into her mouth, making her toes curl and her skin heat up. His rhythmic movements had her head spinning, and she let out an airy moan as he ran his hands under her blouse.

"So you want me to make you feel good, love?" Harry asked. She nodded her head in the affirmative, and he grinned at her.

Suddenly, she could feel herself being lifted up and then her back was met with the soft cushion of the settee.

"Sit back," Harry's lips trailed a path from her lips and slowly crawled down until he reached the hem of her pencil skirt, which he bunched up to expose her panties.

"Black lace," he murmured more to himself than her as he kissed her inner thighs. "You're killing me, love."

"You're killing me," Allison groaned out in response as she squirmed around the couch from anticipation.

"In due time," he coaxed, pulling her underwear down with his teeth at a painstakingly slow pace.

Once they were off, Harry almost groaned at the sight of her and all the blood rushed to his lower body. He might have been trying to torture her by going so slow, but incidentally he was inflicting pain on himself.

He delved his tongue in between her legs, instantly her eyes rolled back into her head.

Allison writhed against the couch, which caused Harry to wrap his arms around her thick thighs to pin her down. She jerked and moaned loudly, and he could feel her legs starting to shake around him.

"Fuck, babe. You're doing so good. All for me," Harry rambled roughly before pushing a finger inside of her and latching his lips back into her clit. "Say my name."

"F-fuck, Harry!" She cried out, reaching down to yank on his hair. She could feel herself becoming undone and unwound as she could feel her heart rate rising, and finally, she let out an breathy sigh that sounded more like a falsetto than a sound of pleasure.

Allison stared at the white ceiling of her office, panting. She could still see colors behind her eyelids every time she blinked, which was very intense. She's never experienced anything quite like that, and it rattled her in a good way.

Sitting up, Harry used his thumb to wipe the traces of her juices off his lips and licked it right off as she watched. "Forgive me. You just taste so good."

She could feel her face getting warm from embarrassment. "Shut up."

"Make me," he retorted, a smirk on his face.

"You just want a kiss, don't you?" She asked, an eyebrow raised in inquiry.

Harry shrugged. "It was worth a try."

She shook her head, before leaning closer to him with a smile. "Come here."

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After Harry left, Allison carried on with her work as if nothing happened. She was surfing the web, when all of a sudden Laleh swung open the door.

"Sweetheart," she started, a sly grin on her face as she held on to the doorknob. "Next time you get head, remember that the walls of this prestige edifice aren't very thick."

Allison's jaw dropped, and she looked surprised. "You–you heard all of that?"

Shrugging her shoulders, Laleh had a teasing look on her face. "Never pegged you for a screamer."

"Jesus Christ," Allison muttered, putting her head into her hands. "I embarrassed myself in front of the entire office."

"Well, not really." Laleh sat in the seat in front of the desk and crossed her legs. "I sent everyone to an early lunch so they wouldn't witness your escapade."

Allison's head snapped up, and she stared at her in disbelief. "Are you serious? You're literally the best."

"What can I say? I'm quick on my feet." Laleh struck a pose on the arm of the couch, which made Allison laugh and throw a rubber band ball at her. "Ow! Bitch, my skin is sensitive!"

Allison now noticed that she was carrying a bag of food in her hand. "Is that for me?"

"Yeah, pad thai and California rolls, your favorite." She sat in front of the desk and started to unpack the bag. "I figured you would be too exhausted from all that—"

"Oh hush up and pass me the damn chopsticks," Allison interrupted, which sparked a series of chuckles from Laleh.

For once, Allison felt at ease. She wasn't worrying endlessly about her work, nor was she scared to go home.
She was calm and content.

For now, that is.

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a/n: how art thou? aren't y'all hype that this wasn't a dream again? lmfao

but tell me how is it? I feel as if the chapters are getting shittier as we get to the climax of the story. I apologize.

and lastly, lemme give a shoutout to one of my favorite authors on wattpad (JasminNelson)! I love her works and I got inspiration for my Z fic from one of her stories. if y'all don't know her already, check her out!

but anyway, that's all for now.

-rachel.