Therapy :: l.h

"I need therapy."

"I'm listening."


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I raised my eyebrow at him. "Seriously?" He looked offended and raked his hand through his hair. 


"I'm still a person, Stella." He scoffed. I looked down at my shoes and felt bad. Just because he was a celebrity, didn't make him any less different to me.


"I'm sorry, I'm just really bad at this." I said softly. He looked back up with his electric blue eyes.


"Bad at what?" He asked. He sat down, pushing his sunglasses up so it didn't fall off his face. 


"I don't even know any more." I sighed, sitting beside him as the cold air blew against our faces.


"I need therapy." He said.


"I'm listening." 


But what I didn't know was that I was about to put my whole life on hold for a guy I'd met only five minutes ago, but in those five minutes, I felt like I knew him better than he knew himself.

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