[A/N]: Therapist Harry above, I'm crying too. Plus, I updated because the comments told me to do so. Here you go! xx

Dr. Styles started, "So what seems to be the problem here?" and folded his hands on the table that showed off his rings.

Louis asked bluntly, "Do you want the long story or the short one?"

Harry raised his eyebrows in surprise at his question and said, "Whatever you would like, Louis."

Louis took a deep breath and said, "I have daddy issues. That's the short version of my problem."

Harry coughed into his fist and said, "Where is your father at the moment?"

Louis shrugged and said, "Probably working at that stupid company again which is why he's not responding to my texts. Not that he ever bothered to reply anyway."

Harry wrote some things down in the notepad calmly and said, "Him not spending time with you is bothering you."

Louis frowned at that as he was thinking about it and said, "Well, yeah but I got used to it and I already grew up so it doesn't matter."

Harry removed his glasses and set them on the table once he was done writing things down. He stood up from his chair and started walking around as he said, "No matter how old you get, you can always be effected and hurt especially by the ones you love," he sat right in front of his patient as he waited for him to continue.

Louis blushed a bit once his therapist sat in front of him and he had to admit that he was one of the most breathtaking human being he has ever encountered. He looked down at his fiddled hands and said, "Who said that I loved him?"

Harry crossed his legs and took the notepad from the table behind him along with the glasses. He put his glasses on and started writing things down as he said, "You wouldn't be effected if you didn't love him. Unless he did something to hurt you physically or mentally?"

Louis looked at him and said, "Well, he did divorce my mom and left us alone. It was all because of his stupid job," and sighed while crossing his arms across his chest.

Harry observed him for a moment and said, "So you think his job is the reason for all your problems?"

Louis nodded as a matter-of-factly and said, "Boom, you got it."

Harry grinned and said, "Are you sure that this whole thing is about you having daddy issues or is it something else?"

The patient's face paled and looked down to avoid eye contact because he knows that he will have to talk about it eventually but he can't. He shook his head and lied, "No."

Harry pushed his long curly hair back and said, "You know your mom is worried about you and she really wants you to get better. Let me help you."

Louis looked into his doctor's green eyes for the first time he stepped in and saw how sincere he was. He was doubting whether he should trust him or not but from the way he was looking at him, he knew that he really does want to help. He said slowly, "I lied, it's not only about my dad."

Harry smiled at him in a friendly manner and said softly, "I figured. Would you tell me about it?"

Louis nodded and looked down so that he avoids eye contact while saying it. He said quietly, afraid that someone else might hear them, "I-I have panic attacks and I try to, um, control them but," and paused then looked away, ashamed of admitting it out loud.

Harry looked sympathetic towards him and held his thigh for a second as he encouraged, "Go on, it's alright. It's just me here, I promise."

Louis continued with a gulp, "But it's so hard to stop something you can't control. My body just gets hot all over, I feel like fainting even though I don't, I'm scared all the time that it might happen in public a-and," as he took a deep breath to calm himself down. The lad knew that he had to get help or else he might disappoint his mother along with Liam and that's the last thing he needs right now.

Harry nodded and said, "I understand where you're coming from. Just try to take slow deep breaths. Do you want some water?" and pointed at the fridge.

Louis shook his head shyly because he's already feeling like a burden and asking for more would be too much. He said, "No, thank you," and couldn't meet his gaze.

To lighten up the mood, he said, "Heard that it was your first day of school today, how was it?" and smiled gently.

Louis looked up at him and said with a smile forming, "I met a lot of people today and I didn't expect people to be so nice because of how movies pictured high school to be. I expected bullies and all that."

Harry leaned back into his seat and asked, "Did you meet anyone you liked?"

Louis looked around the room in thought and said, "Well, the first person I met was Zayn who sat next to me in my first class which was English and I think I like him because he was just randomly nice."

Harry nodded with a smile and said, "That sounds lovely, are you comfortable in your new environment? Is it better than being home schooled?"

Louis answered truthfully, "Well, I just started school to compare today but in all honesty, I like high school better because I got to meet people. Being homeschooled made me a bit... lonely."

Harry frowned a bit at that, he didn't like the fact that such a small boy could have so many problems in his life. He said softly, "Well, I'm glad you're happy now. If you ever deal with a bully, let me know so I can beat them up for you," and chuckled.

Louis blushed as he giggled and said, "I am sure I won't have to but sure."

Harry sounded like he was joking but he really wasn't.