I heard three hushed voices in my room, talking amongst one another as I kept my eyes shut, burying my face into my pillow wanting to sleep more.

"So... you two both got an eye for my pumpkin huh, well that's not awkward at all."

"Stop calling her that, what is she, food? Idiota."

"Well I'd sure to like to eat her up so yeah, pretty much."

"Please refrain from addressing Lady Liza in that manner."

"Shut up Disney Princess you know you want to fuck her just as much as Spy Kids bitch and I do. You can quit it with your chivalry."

I heard a sword being unsheathed before opening one of my eyes, keeping still on my bed as I spotted Prince Harry, Assassin Harry, and Psycho Harry all huddled together in the front of my room.

"I do not just want to share a bed with Liza, she is not some mere harlot and if you are just using her for such cheap pleasures than I suggest you leave." Prince Harry grit out, looking thoroughly pissed as he glared at Psycho Harry.

"Are you kidding me, of course I don't want just sex from her. She's absolutely insane and I'm crazy for her- pun intended. I'm going to wife her and you can gallop into the sunset or Disneyland where you belong." Psycho Harry countered in a determined tone, all of them keeping their voices low but their stances stern as they glared at one another.

"I think, we can all agree that we have... developed some attachment to Liza." Assassin Harry sighed, running a hand through his brown hair as he played with his lip ring.

"So... who does she end up with?" Psycho Harry asked impatiently, crossing his arms over his chest as they all looked at one another.

"Me." They all said in unison, causing all their bodies to tense up.

"I say we let her choose, she's not just some prize to be won. It is her choice who she wants to be with. We compete for the heart of the fair maiden." Prince Harry nodded in a stern voice.

"Aye, guess I could put my seducing tricks to work." Psycho Harry chuckled making both the Prince and Assassin turn to glare at him.

"You don't seduce, you charm and wait on her."

"I'm getting real sick of your bullshit Prince 'I can't get anywhere near pussy because I'm too much of a little bitch to handle it.'" Psycho Harry snapped back.

"It's actually Prince Harold the fourth..."

"You think you're so fucking high and mighty with your gentleman crap when really you're no different than us so you can drop the act. I bet you've had your own personal fantasies about Liza just like us." Psycho Harry continued as Assassin Harry closed his eyes, pinching the bridge of his nose and shaking his head in frustration as Prince Harry's jaw clenched in agitation.

It was silent for a moment, no one saying anything before a deep cynical chuckle was heard.

"Knew it, looks like Prince charming isn't as innocent as we thought huh," Psycho Harry taunted in a deep venemous voice, nearing the Prince who had a stiff posture, his broad shoulders tense as he blinked at the floor, his lips pressed in a firm tight line.

"Bet you've had the dirtiest thoughts about her haven't you? Always maintaining your corteous attitude around her when really all you want is to touch her don't you? To feel her beneath you, squeezing that soft skin of her thighs, kissing her everywhere and anywhere as she moans huh? We all think about it, just admit it." Psycho Harry taunted as Prince Harry's breathing hitched, his large hands balling into tight fists at his sides as his face flushed before he turned and grabbed the collar of Pscyho Harry's shirt.

"Shut up, fucking shut up." Prince Harry growled out with gritted teeth, the vein in his neck prominent as Assassin Harry quickly separated the two.

The two continued to glare at one another, Assassin Harry crossing his arms over his chest with a bored expression, looking between them as he pinched his lower lip between his fingers, a slow smirk suddenly making its way to his face as if realizing something.

"Mi amore, glad you're up, no need to be shy." He chuckled, causing both Psycho and Prince Harry to turn to me in shock as I automatically closed my eyes and shrunk back into my blankets.

I then started to make loud obnoxious snoring noises.

The cover was pulled off of me, causing me to narrow my eyes at the light before I blinked and sat myself up with a smile, rubbing at my eyes and staring at the three Harrys in front of me.

"Have you been listening us this whole time? Naughty, naughty girl." Psycho Harry smirked as Prince Harry paled, our eyes connecting with one another before he looked away, blushing and avoiding my gaze as he quickly move passed Assassin Harry and walked out of the room.

"I was going to let you guys know, I had a dream- or like a vision last night." I said, changing the subject to what had happened while I was sleeping as I sent the two a wide eyed look.

"A vision?" Assassin Harry repeated, his face serious as Psycho Harry mocked him, trying to cross his arms over his chest just like the assassin as he stroked his chin.

"Yeah, I had a dream that another Harry was in a therapy session in the local clinic... I don't- I don't know what for and I don't know which one he is but I know he's there." I explained with a determined look, rising from the bed only to let out a "holy shit" when I spotted the boners both Psycho and Assassin Harry were sporting.

"What do you expect, the psychotic bastard gave a whole image of taking you in bed, in case you didn't hear." Assassin Harry explained in a tense voice, his dark green eyes raking over my body for a moment before he murmured a curse under his breath and looked away, trying to adjust his black pants.

"Poor Disney Princess probably must have left to take care of his hard on. Oh help! Fetch the nearest guard to help me handle thy royal penis!" Psycho Harry mimicked in a shrill overly exaggerated British voice, staring down at his crotch as he placed his hands on his cheeks while I sent him a blank expression.

I turned to Assassin Harry who was chuckling, clearing his throat when he found me glaring at him as he bit his lip to keep from smiling before I rolled my eyes, shaking my head at the two and walking out to the bathroom.

"None of the other Harrys seem to be as fond of her as we are. What happens if another one of them starts to fall for her and god forbid- she falls for them as well." I heard Assassin Harry say under his breath.

"Oh come on, who could be better than a Psychotic hottie, a spy kids twink, and a princess?"

••

The deal was that I got the main three Harrys who created my squad to help me collect or retrieve all the other Harrys that popped up while the others waited at my house.

The Psycho, the Assassin, and the Prince were my accomplices and oddly enough, we made a good team and I trusted them.

Fuck, never thought I'd say that in my whole entire life.

Goals.

"Okay, I'm going to check it out inside, you guys just, just wait here and if I need any back up I'll contact you through these fucking cool spy watches Assassin Harry got." I said, looking down at all of our wrists that had the new high technology gadget as Assassin Harry raised his brows, sending Prince and Psychotic Harry a cocky triumphant smirk making them roll their eyes in annoyance.

"Are you quite sure you won't be in need of any of our assistance while you're in there Liza? You don't know what kind of guy he is." Prince Harry interjected, stopping me as I got out of the car before I gave him a small smile.

"I'll be fine, I'll contact you guys if I need help. I can handle this." I reassured all of them, making them exchange looks before I exited out of the vehicle and closed the door, leaving them to wait in the parking lot as I neared the clinic.

I was actually feeling pretty honest, I don't remember reading a fanfiction where Harry went to therapy, and if I did it was probably a long time ago.

I don't know what I was going to expect.

I wandered around the white clean halls of the clinic, the building pretty small as I exchanged polite smiles with a few workers and or patients before I passed a fairly large room, retracting my steps back as I looked through the window.

There were about roughly sixteen people sitting around in chairs in a circle, including one skinny african american guy holding a clipboard in his hand as he led the group discussion.

There to the side in the circle was the other new Harry, this one had his brown hair a little bit passed his shoulders, the first few buttons of his shirt unbuttoned exposing his tan chest of tattoos as he ran his hand through his hair before leaning back in his seat with a passive, almost bored expression as he rubbed the light stubble on his jaw, an empty chair next to him on his left.

Well at least I found him, should I just wait for his session to be done or bust in...

Turns out the door was a push and not a pull and I stumbled inside unexpectedly, fumbling on my feet before knocking down one of the stands that said 1:30 Group Therapy on it, the sign falling to the floor as I cringed at the loud sound.

All heads in the room turned to look at me, the discussion coming to a halt as I froze.

"Shoot, sorry I just, lemme uh..." I smiled, placing my hands in the air in surrender before picking up the stand, putting it back in its place before giving the people a thumbs up.

"Well shit my pants, Patricia that you. Finally decided to show up after all these sessions didn't you Patricia." The man who was leading the group discussion said in a loud voice, his whole face and attitude reminding me of the actor Chris Rock as he checked his watch with a smile.

"Uh... no actually I'm-"

"The thing is you're finally here. No need to make excuses, remember what I say about excuses, excuses are for pussy ass bitches who want to get caps busted up they asshole. Besides, I got no clue how Patricia even looks since she never shows up but let's just pretend you're her because the more people I get in group therapy the higher my pay grade." The man- who I'm just going to call Chris Rock since he was so similar to him said in a bright booming raspy, motioning me towards the empty seat next to the new Harry.

"Yeah just take a seat next to that long haired British dude, and here, you get a complimentary caprisun." He said as I let out an excited "oohh" when he tossed me the packaged drink before walking over to the empty chair, Harry's green eyes on me the whole time, watching my every movement still leaning back in his seat, running his finger along his lower lip as I sat myself down.

"Hey, great to be in... in therapy, this about drinking right?" I whispered to him as he continued to watch me, his jaw clenching looking thoroughly pissed off that I was talking to him making me retract back with wide eyes as I poked my caprisun with the straw and looked away, silently sipping it.

Well alright then.

"Okay, Jason, start where ever you left off before Curly Sue came in." Chris Rock said with a sigh, leaning back in his seat and going on his phone as the Candy Crush game sound effects emenated from his device.

"Well, I haven't had sex in five months." A freckled red head spoke as I spat out my capri sun with wide eyes, some of the drink dribbling off my chin as I looked at the group around me.

Holy shit.

These were the sex addicts.

Then that means...

Harry raised his hand, the gold and silver rings on his long fingers shining a bit under the lights as all eyes shifted to the man next to me.

"Holy shit British dude gonna speak! Fuck yeah, I'll pause my game for this, alright Harry you got something to say? This is your first time actually participating." Chris Rock said with an excited smile, looking over at Harry with wide eyes as he tucked his phone in the pocket of his jeans before leaning forward in anticipation.

"I haven't had sex with anyone in two weeks, almost a month which is the longest I've ever been for a long time. I've also been consistent at keeping myself under control." Harry explained, resting his elbows on his knees as I watched him play with the rings on his fingers, his voice a low husk as he took his time to look at everyone around the room.

"But the second this girl next to me came in I wanted to fuck her." He suddenly said, not even looking embarrassed in the slightest as every jaw in the room dropped, including mine while Chris Rock placed a hand over his heart and gaped at him.

"I wanted to take her on the floor and forget about all the effort I put into controlling myself and all this bullshit process and just fuck her in front of everyone." He said before he turned his head to me, looking into my widened eyes before he rubbed his palms together and stood to his feet.

"That's why I'm leaving and not coming back to these group therapy sessions. If she's going to be here from now on than being here would be contradicting." He announced with a stern face as everyone continued to gape up at him in shock before he looked back at me, grabbing the caprisun right out of my hand and taking a drink from it himself as he walked out of the circle towards the exit, tossing the empty beverage in a nearby trash can outside.

Even when he left the room we were all still staring at the door in disbelief before I finally snapped myself back to reality, blinking rapidly as I got up from my chair to follow him.

"Wait! Patricia! How long's it been since you had sex?" Chris Rock called after me when I neared the door, making me turn around to find everyone looking at me, awaiting my answer.

"Uh... seventeen years." I said before running out the room, ready to sprint down the hall before I heard them all erupt with loud cheers and claps.

I went back into the room, realizing they were applauding me.

"Now that's called control! Everyone be like Patricia or whatever her name is!" Chris Rock said, clapping as they all stood to their feet while I smirked and did a little bow, blowing a few kisses and screaming "Yay for abstinence" before leaving the room again.

"Wait! Hey wait up a sec!" I called after Harry when I spotted him walking down one of the empty corridors.

"Wait, I was hoping we could talk-"

"Did you not fucking hear what I said about you back there or do you want a fucking demonstration." He snapped at me, turning towards me with an angered look on his face before he closed the distance, grabbing my wrist and pulling me towards his tall frame as he grabbed my chin, tilting my head up so our gazes met.

I gulped, my mouth opening and closing as I tried to remember who the hell this Harry was and what story.

"Oh," He suddenly said, his voice low and raspy before he pressed me up against the wall, (let's count that as like, wall pressing number three or four so far) still holding onto my chin as his heavy breathing mixed with mine.

"You want me to demonstrate it for you... is that what you want?" He purred in my ear, his soft lips brushing against my skin as I shifted my eyes around, wanting to laugh and cry at the fact that the fucking hallway was empty.

Of course.

"No, you wouldn't want that would you... not a sweet little girl like you. I tend to get a bit, aggressive and I've been deprived for so long." He said, pinning me with his hips before his hand trailed from my chin down to my throat, running his fingers along the side of my neck as I watched him bite his lip before he chuckled.

"I'd wreck that little pussy of yours." He said with a knowing smirk, not breaking eye contact from me as I placed my hand over my mouth in realization.

Oh hell no.

"Ha, right yeah, you don't even know my name." I said, laughing nervously as I placed my hands over his broad chest, trying to push him away from me as his eyes darkened.

"You're right, how about this..." He trailed off, grabbing my wrists and placing my hands above me before he lowered his head down, my whole body freezing in shock when he captured my lower lip between his teeth and tugged lightly.

"I call you my babygirl, and you can call me Daddy."

AN: *Smirking emoji times one hundred* Laughing cause I don't even read Daddy kink books so I don't know wtf I'm doing lmao.