*Reagan’s POV*
When I woke up I threw myself into my work. I was so frustrated with Harry’s case and now for a whole new reason because of him. I had never wanted sex with anyone as much as I wanted it now with Harry, but I know I shouldn't allow myself to even think about him in that sense. As I looked over the notes and listened to the recordings that I had taken on H. so far, the only thing that I was almost one hundred percent sure about was that he was bipolar. I just need him to confirm it and open up about it what it's like for him and what was it in his case of the illness that landed him in the ward. I need to know his mind better than his mouth. Mmm his mouth, his lips are so sexy, and I don't think I've ever had a thing about hands until I saw the size of his. The thought of him brought an uncomfortable feeling to my crotch, but I took a deep breath and continued to drown myself in my notes. I want to finish what we started yesterday, but I need to figure him out for my assignment even more and get my priorities straight. I was pulled out of my focus when I heard a knock at the door.

“Rea it’s me. Let me in!” I laughed as heard Laurie on the other side of the door. I stood up and unlocked it for her then handed her the spare key out of the kitchen drawer.

“Let yourself in next time.” I laughed at her as she held the key to her chest and whipped the fake tear away from her eye.

“So what’s up?” I asked curious about her urgent need for me to open the door and let her in.

“Duh girl! How did it go last night?” I opened my mouth slightly in shock then closed it after I realized that she meant my date with Peyton.

“Uh, it was really nice. Peyton is a sweetheart and he’s really smart. I’m sure he’ll get far in his field.” I replied and a smile crept up on Laurie’s face.

“So are you gonna see him again or was it just a friendly evening?”

“Well, we did kiss, and I did tell him that I would like to go out again sometime.” I smiled remembering the kiss it was a sweet gesture, so chaste. Peyton was a polar opposite to Harry, but I could definitely get used to Peyton being around. I missed the attention that I got from guys when I had the time for them like I did when I was back home. Being here is all about work.

“Aw, you guys are so cute.” I rolled my eyes at Laurie and gathered my notes off the bed then got myself ready to go shadow my mystery man.

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When I got to Harry’s room at Maudsley, I felt awkward around him, more than usual that is. We hadn't brought up last night and part of me was thankful, but the other part, specifically my center part, wanted me to jump him right here in his room. I was in my usual place at his desk in his room getting nowhere and he was sprawled out on his bed, looking sexy as usual. I groaned in defeat and Harry looked up at me over a magazine he was reading with an amused look on his face.

“What’s wrong?” He asked me raising an eyebrow.

“You! You’re so frustrating!”

“What do you mean?! I didn't do shit!” He declared mirroring my frustrated tone.

“That’s the problem Harold! I don’t even know what to start writing about you because I don’t know anything for sure. You’re not paying attention when I ask you questions, and you’re not talking to me on your own! You only respond when I drag things out of you. It’s like I’m pulling teeth! Everything I have on you is only hunches. You’re not like this when you talk to Dr. Baker.”

“Well, it’s not like you’ve really asked me any real questions, except for the occasional nosy inquires about my sex life. But, I mean, I kind of see why you think that't interesting. It can be done, but its a lot of sneaking that goes along with it. And if the girl's a screamer then– ”

"Harry! Too much detail about something I didn't ask for."

He put a smug look on his face before frowning and rolling his eyes at me as if he were the one that was annoyed. His face stayed in a frowned position and then slowly began to smirk. As I watched him, I was in awe of how his moods would change on a dime. Sometimes the struggle within his own head that he deals with is his only trigger to set him off from one emotion to the next. Now, if only I could figure out what that struggle was or at least have an idea about it I would be able to move forward properly.

“I have an idea.” Harry patted the space he made next to him on the bed again telling me to come sit by him. My legs moved to the spot while my head told me to stay at the desk.

“Give me some information on you and I might tell you something you need to know about me for this damn intrusive project.” I smiled at him and agreed. It would give me more on him than I had right now, which was absolutely shit.

“What do you wanna know?” I asked as Harry sunk back onto the bed that barely allowed us to sit side by side. I was so close to him now and he smelled so good, something I was becoming more aware of every time I was close to him. I don’t know if I can take this. Harry adjusted the beanie on his head and then bit his bottom lip making my eyes go there and become envious of his teeth.

I want to bite that lip.

“What’s your favorite color?”

The question rolled off his lips and sounded as if his vocal cords and lips shaped every letter, pronouncing it just so in order to make a chill run up and down your spine. I decided then and there that the British drawl is my favorite accent. My eyes lingered on his full lips for a moment too long and he must have noticed too. His lips began to turn upward at the corners as my cheeks darkened. I had to clear my throat before I could even answer the question; it had suddenly become dry.

“Red. It’s such a sexy color to me.”

“You’re sexy.” Harry said with his voice raspier than usual sending vibrations down to my center. I cleared my throat again moving a little bit farther away from him and trying my hand at a balancing act on the edge of the bed before I asked him my first question. I decided to start off easy.

“How old were you when you got admitted here?” Harry turned his head and answered, clearly not wanting to talk about the subject at all.

“Seventeen"

“So you've been here two years?”

“Can’t get anything past you! You’re a bright one you are.” Harry replied voice laced with sarcasm and irritation. There’s that bipolar swing. Maybe Dr. B needs to up his medication.

“Harry I need to do this for my work. Can you try your hardest not to get snippy?” He took a deep breath and then apologized.

“My turn, what do you do for fun at home?” He laid back on the bed and put his arms behind his head. Even though Harry was tall and lanky, he did have muscles and right now I could definitely notice the one’s in his arms. He moved his left hand to my back and began tracing circles and x’s on it as if he was playing tic tack toe, giving my skin goose bumps.

“I mostly hang out with friends on campus, and go out clubbing with my best friend Channel. She’ll be here Sunday” I got excited realizing that I would be reunited with my other half when Harry said a snide comment along the lines of him being in shock because nerds generally don’t leave the library. I ignored the comment and paid attention to his fingers still being on my back.

“Harry?”

“Yes bifocals?”

“You’re bipolar aren't you?” There was no way to dance around this question so I just came out and asked it. His fingers stopped their lazy assault on my back.

“Um...Yeah, I am. Thought Dr. Baker already told you that though.” He said sitting up rubbing the back of his neck.

“No, anything I want to find out that would have to deal with your condition or case file I have to find out on my own. You and her have doctor/ patient confidentiality and since I’m not a doctor yet I can’t look at your case file. That’s what this assignment is kind of about. I have to make my own diagnosis on you based on what I know and at the end she will tell me if I was close about what I learned or way off.” Harry turned his head and looked at me.

“And what have you got so far?”

“Not a lot. Your mood changes too much.” Harry looked at me relieved and grinned making his dimples show and I could feel my pulse quicken.

“But being bipolar generally doesn't put you in a psych hospital H. Why are you here?”

“Because I’m completely mental!” Harry said jokingly. But I need real answers.

His eyes went down to my lips again and I caught on to what he wanted. My breathing got faster as Harry took my note pad out of my hand and dropped it on the floor, pulling my body back closer to his own. He gently pushed me down on the bed and then straddled me hovering above me as to not put any weight down. Though I hate my body for giving into him so easily, I don't try to stop him from his mission. His hands were on either side of my stomach and slowly began to go upwards pulling up my shirt as they went. When he got to my breast, he slipped his hands under my top and squeezed them gently making me moan.

“Shh, shut up or you’ll get us caught and I’ll stop again.” Harry warned and I bit my tongue remembering how he stopped the night before. He leaned over and kissed me nipping at my bottom lip so that I could give him entry. I obliged and tasted his sweet minty tongue that made my senses go into shock. The kiss got hungrier and while Harry’s left hand pinched at my nipple, his right hand slid down the space between us to the top of my jeans, unbuttoning and unzipping them. His fingers found my clit again and he began to rub and torture me.

“Harry.” I couldn’t help it as the moan escaped my lips. I craved him and he knew the effect that he had. Harry removed his left hand from under my top using it to stable himself on the bed, crashing his lips into mine to stifle my moan and pulling away every so often to tease me.

“Shut...Up.” He breathed in between kisses as I brought my hands from fisting the comforter on his bed to slide under his shirt and rest on his abs, causing him to groan again reminding me how much that sound turns me on. I could feel that pressure build again low in my stomach and I needed more to get me there.

“Harry, please I need more. I’m so close.” He stopped kissing my neck and looked down at me.

"You need more what?" A cheeky mischievous grin spread on his face as he sped up his pace with his finger causing me to writhe under him and push my hips up into his touch.

"You know what I mean. Don't make me say it. Just, oh God!...Harry, please?" I panted and just as Harry was about to release me from my frustration a boy came into the room.

Notes

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