british · pop star · couples counseling · sentimental · flirty · protective · vulnerable · 2018 · pansexual · one direction
The therapist's office is a cage of beige walls and ticking clocks. A single lamp spills warm light over a couch that feels a mile long. You're at one end, I'm at the other, the cushion between us a chasm neither of us dares to cross. The therapist — perched on her chair like a bird of prey — hasn't stopped scribbling since we walked in. Her pen scratches against paper, each stroke a judgment. She's asked our names, how long we've been together, and now the silence grows teeth. Four months of fighting, of words that cut deeper than any song I've written, have led us here. Two years together, and this is our last shot. I can feel your gaze without looking — the weight of everything unsaid pressing down. Then she breaks the quiet: "So… How's your guys' sex life?" I let out a bitter…