*Harry's POV*

“Are you sure you want to come? You can stay here and rest H. You wouldn’t have to worry about my parents coming until later and I would be back by then.”

Reagan tries to sway my decision for what seems like the billionth time this morning, but I’m not budging on this. I didn’t come to California to stay in her house while she’s gone and plus I want to see what this Dr. Stone has to say about Reagan’s progress. If it has anything to do with how sexual she’s being then I’m sure that she would be able to hop on the next flight back to London with me. Counting yesterday, this morning, and two times just a few minutes ago in the shower I’d say that she’s well recovered. It’s a wonder that we even managed to clean ourselves and leave from the confines of each other.

“No Reagan. For the seventh time today, no. I’m fine I’m rested and I’m going with you. If I didn’t get enough sleep I wouldn’t have been able to do what we just did in that sauna.”

“That’s not a sauna.” A blush rises in Reagan’s cheeks as she gathers her purse that I’m sure is big enough for me to hide in comfortably and the keys to her dad’s car.

Her dads car. She needs her own and if my bank account is willing, its an investment that I’ll make when she gets accepted to one of the universities she applied to in England. But before I do that I guess it would be smart to see if she can cope with driving on the opposite side of the road.

“Well it sure felt like one love.” I gave her a kiss on her temple and smacked her bum again causing her to jump and swat my hands away playfully. She says nothing to deny it because she knows its true. The only thing that got us out was the water that started to run cold after being in the shower for so long, but it was very much so hot in there from the steam that we created.

We make our way out into the car and Reagan lets down the sunroof telling me as she leaves the driveway that she wants to take the scenic route to the office.

“You’re very romantic, glasses. We both are. Surprise morning blow-jobs, shower sex, and scenic routes to see the psychiatrist. We should write a romance novel.” Her nose scrunched and her face dropped into a slight pout at my words.

“We really don’t do things in the traditional way do we? Any usual girlfriend or boyfriend who goes to visit their significant other would have at least taken the time to show them around, go on a date, go out to dinner. Anything.”

“Well, we’re not a traditional couple are we, glasses? Think about it, how we met, what we’ve gone through. I don’t necessarily need to take a hand held walk on the beach in California while the sun sets to enjoy my time with you. I’m happy enough as it is by simply being here sitting in the car next to you whether we’re going to a fancy restaurant or a doctors office. It was torture not being able to just have you next to me. ” I shake my head as I think about the day that Reagan left and the time that we were apart and cringe. I can see the smallest hint of a smile return to her face even though she’s being defiant and trying to fight against it.

“Still, it would be nice to do something else Harry. This is the second doctor we’ve been to in three days.”

“It doesn’t matter.”

Reagan’s damned focused defiant side wins and the smile that I saw on her face was gone. I hate that she wants to compare us to any other cookie cutter relationship when we’re anything but that. I’m in love with what we are; a twisted tangled mess with more passion and love for one another in each of our baby fingers than most ‘traditional’ couples have in the whole of their hearts for each other.

We may not belong together, in fact I know we don’t. There are over a thousand reasons why we shouldn’t be, but even if we crash and burn at one point, no one would be able to say that our love for one another wasn’t real. No one would be able to tell me that our hearts, and minds and bodies, and souls wouldn’t have moved heaven and hell just to make the other laugh or smile or be able to sleep peacefully.

I would do anything for her.

We argue and make up with each other almost every other day, we fuck and we make love more than a married couple does, we’ve only really had two official dates in the entirety of our relationship, but I don't see anything wrong about it. I also highly doubt if a traditional couple could do what we’ve done and go through what we have and still be able to stand together let alone take a walk on the beach.

I reach my hand over to hers and gently rub my thumb over the soft skin there causing her to snap out of her own head and stop over thinking something that really doesn’t matter before I speak again.

“Do you know that day when you left, when Liam dropped you off at the airport, I stayed in the terminal for fifteen minutes after you’d gone?”

“Why?” Reagan’s eyebrows raise in curiosity as she makes a turn down a side street that's less busy than the one that runs parallel to the boardwalk.

“Because the selfish part of me hoped that you would be your stubborn defiant self and not go… I’m happy you did though. I wouldn't have you the way you are now if you didn't.”

The smile returns to Reagan’s face as she pulls into the parking lot of a small building as she gets out of the car I wrap my arm around her waist pulling her closer to me as we walk and tickling her sides before we get in. She laughs and squirms away from me before I pull her back to my chest and plant a light kiss to the side of her neck before opening the door for her.

We sit it the waiting room and the more I look around the office, the more familiar the office seems. I’ve never been here before, but the more doctors offices I go to, the more they seem to have the same look and feel. If you’ve been to one, you’ve been to them all.

Reagan’s name is called quicker than it was when we went to the other doctors yesterday, and just like yesterday she grabs my hand to pull me in the room with her.

“I want her to meet you.”

“Why? I’m fine out here. Go talk and do what you need to do so that we can leave. Having a third person in there is awkward, trust me I would know.” I wink at Reagan clearly referencing to her sitting in on my sessions at Maudsley and how awkward it was it was at first.

It’s not that I don’t want to go with her, I do and I'm damn near desperate to see what she has to say about Reagan. It's that I’m afraid of what I might say to the ‘doctor’ who told her that she would have to wait two additional weeks to come back to where she belongs, in London with me. Reagan nodded before turning around with what seemed like more bounce in her step. She seems happier than I've seen her in a while and it warms my heart to know that my baby is doing better for herself the way that I needed her to. We brushed on a conversation earlier today that I want to finish and I would have to tell her tonight. My plane tickets say that I leave tomorrow evening, but I don’t intend on going alone.

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*Reagan’s POV*
I sat down in Dr. Stone’s office with a better attitude than I’ve had the previous times that I’ve come for a visit. I think I might have an idea as to why that is, but I’ll keep it to myself for now, not wanting to reveal too much unless she asks it of me.

“How are you today?” Dr. Stone asks as she sits in her chair, clicking a pen and preparing herself to scribble down my response.

“I’m good.” I smile as I think about last night and the way that Harry and I slept comfortably and peacefully together and a blush rises to my cheeks as I think about us in passionate throws of pleasure this morning. My body still tingles from it and I still crave him. My focused side has reappeared in her slinky black lingerie fanning herself and looking at her wrist watch. She's missed Harry too and is as eager to be alone with him some more today as I am. Things are changing between us and I can tell that we’re moving forward as a couple. I would like to be more romantic even though Harry insists that it doesn’t matter, but it does. It’s a minor problem that we can fix eventually, perhaps even today as soon as we leave my session.

“Really good.”

“You look it. Something has caused a change in you, I can tell by just the way you sit. You look relaxed and actually eager to start today’s session. What’s gotten you to open up?”

I nod my head in agreement with Dr. Stone before mulling over my reply . Hopefully if she see’s the change in my body language, she can see the change in me as well. All I want to do get through this session early and spend my day lounging and sharing laughs with H. Last night and this morning has started off so well that all I can do is cross my fingers and hope for the same results throughout the rest of the day.

“I just feel..” I pause in search of a word that would help me express myself. The last time I was here I was on the verge of an internal break. I felt stripped of my normal self and at my wits end thinking that Harry and I would have to spend more time apart from each other than I could possibly stand to do. The first time I left, as much as I hate thinking about it, was enough time apart to last me a lifetime. To go through the pain of having to leave H. behind again was like reopening a slowly healing wound. The change in atmosphere, being close to everyone I know and love, being at home, and even the weather change has helped without a shadow of a doubt; but to have Harry here at home with me, reassuring me that any problem that I face I’m not doing so alone, has allowed me to resurface from the darkness that tried so hard to keep me under wraps. I wouldn’t say that I’ve fully back normal again and part of me knows that I will never be, but I’m recovering. After enough thought, a word finally came to me that would fit best with my mood, and seemingly enough Harry’s as well, “rejuvenated.”

Dr. Stone scribbles quickly into my file before she smiles at me.

“I’ve talked to Dr. Koch, just about two days ago…” She trails off of her sentence as she takes a sip of water and I can feel myself stiffen. I haven’t said much to him since he’d sent me the video’s and photo’s of Harry. I’ve only checked my email to do the course work that he sends me, making sure to keep conversation to a minimum. If I didn’t need him for my schooling I would disassociate myself with him completely.

“He may be a hard ass and too self righteous to admit it, but he needs you back. He’s even told me that he’s not seen anyone with your work ethic since, well, since himself. I however, don’t want to send you back on a whim. You’re having a good day today, I’ll give you that and you’re well on your way to healing, but are you really ready? We agreed on two more weeks of session before I tell Dr. Koch my decision on releasing you and though I’m impressed, I need to know that how you feel today is how you’ll feel when you go back to that environment. I'm putting the ball in your court. What does your intuition say?”

I don’t reply. I want to reassure her that I’ll be fine in that place again and I want to be sure of it myself, but when I think it over, negative thoughts seep into my memory of Peyton pinning me against the wall of the hallway in the school that we both worked in. The very same one that I would have to go back to.

Notes

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