*Harry’s POV*
I feel exhausted after work but I can’t sleep. This is certainly nothing new, but for once I would take a nightmare over hearing Tamsin’s words echo in my ears. I know that she’s ninety-nine point nine percent wrong, but there is the one percent that I agree with her on that I try not to dwell on. I try not to think about it, but the more I try to hide it away the bigger it grows.

I run my hands over my face and sigh before face timing Reagan. It’s almost one thirty a.m. here but it’s only five in the afternoon where she is. I can’t believe this is only about to be the third day since she’s left, it feels like much longer.

“Harry!” Reagan answers smiling at me and I can’t help the stupid grin that covers my face just from seeing her.

“Glasses, I miss you.” So fucking much.

“I miss you more.” She speaks and I lie down in bed on my stomach with the phone in front of my face before I cover my bottom half with my blanket. I’m absolutely knackered and I know she can tell. She looks at me funny and her facial expression drops slightly. She tries to open her mouth to say something, but I cut her off before she can speak.

“You had session today?” I ask her and her face turns red. I love it when she blushes, it does something to me, especially if I’m the reason behind it.

“Yeah. What time is it there?” She tries to change the subject. A classic Harry move. I chuckle before I shake my head.

“Don’t worry about what time it is here. Eight hour difference. You’re smart, do the math in your head. What did you talk about at session? Your face is red.”

“Nothing, H. that’s private.” Reagan lies down in her bed and I can get a slight glimpse of what her room looks like, very open and girly like Reagan usually is.

“You got to sit in on my sessions and I had to talk about things that were private all the time. Tell me.”

“A lot of things Harry, what happened, and why I’m scared to have sex...she gave me an assignment.” I contort my face at the thought of Reagan being afraid to make love to me. It hurts a bit but I know it won’t last, or at least I hope it won’t.

“And that was?”

“She told me to touch myself to gain control of my body and empower myself again.” My eyebrows shoot up and I smile at her showing my dimples.

“Wait...what? But by touch yourself you mean–”

“Yes Harry, but that’s not what she said exactly...” She cuts me off trailing off with her sentence and the color in her cheeks darkens turning from a light pink hue to a red rose.

“Really?” Reagan covers her face in embarrassment, but I’m all about the assignment, plus it was hard for me to get to work without thinking about her phone sex offer.

“Yes H, it’s so embarrassing to have someone tell you to do that.”

“No it’s not its fine, natural. Just do it. It’s supposed to help,” I chuckle before I continue; “It’s not like you’ve never done it before– I’ve seen you do it... In fact I've told you to do it plenty of times you should do it now actually.” Reagan’s eyes widen.

“I can’t H. It’s way too early for that here.”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t know that there were designated times for wanking. But then again, I don’t know if it’s really called wanking for girls since you don’t have anything to pull on...diddling? DJ-ing? Scratching your record?” I can hear myself rambling because I’m overly tired, but to be honest it’s kind of amusing to me.

“Harry it’s not funny.” Reagan’s face drops again and I immediately feel like an ass for poking fun at what she was told to do in order to help her, to help us really.

“I’m sorry, glasses. You’re right it’s not funny.” She looks in the camera at me again allowing a small grin to cover her lips.

“I could help you. You know, with this assignment. You wanted to have phone sex earlier, and I could surely relieve some stress.” My court date is in less than four days and the idea of it makes me tense. I put it in the back of my mind to deal with later and focus on Reagan again.

“Regular phone sex Harry not on face time, it’s weird, and it’ll be awkward.”

“ Reagan–I’ve seen you naked before up close. It will be okay love, now stop making excuses and show me what you’re wearing.” Reagan covers her face with her free hand again before she moves the phone allowing the camera to scan her body. She’s clad in a tank top and shorts that makes her legs look like they’ll go on forever.

I can feel my dick twitch at the sight of her, knowing what’s going to happen next. The fact that she’s even going along with this shows the smallest bit of improvement on her behalf and I’m so proud of her.

“I love your legs and how long and shapely they are. I love it when they’re wrapped around me waist, or on either side of me head.”

“Harry shh.” I laugh as Reagan gets out of bed showing me that she’s grabbing her headphones and closing and locking her bedroom door so that no one else can hear what I’m saying to her or see what it is that she’s about to do.

She lies back down in bed and runs a hand through her hair making me wish that I was there touching the silky texture of it. Reagan turns her head to the side resting it on a pillow and I can’t help but imagine myself there with her, running my fingers up her sides and letting her warmth enter my pores ensnaring everything within me, my blood, my heart, and right now most importantly my thoughts.

Her face pales momentarily and she quickly stops running her fingers through her hair before she looks at me again.

“You alright love?” I ask her wanting to know what’s going on. She nods her head quickly, brushing off her odd demeanor before she grins at me.

“What are you wearing?” She asks me getting ready to give in to my request.

“Me? Mm naked. I showered after work, didn’t bother to put anything back on.” Reagan bites her bottom lip and I can tell I’m getting to her.

“What would you do to me if you were here and I wasn’t the way I am right now? If I could let you touch me without freaking out?”

“There’s nothing wrong with the way you are, there’s something wrong with what he did. Stop blaming yourself for what happened.” She nods her head to my tiny lecture before I continue, “If I was there, I’d start at your legs, get in-between them and kiss my way up the middle of them slowly, to torture you you know?” Reagan’s pink tongue sneaks out to swipe her bottom lip quickly and I have to turn on my back in bed as I feel myself get hard at the thought of what I just said.

“Then, I would stop at those shorts and lick at the inside of your thighs before I bit and then sucked at the skin there, sure to leave a mark just before the fabric and then blow on the wet skin to see goose bumps rise as you move impatiently under my touch, wanting me to undress you.” Reagan shuts her eyes as she tries to imagine my words. Her lips are slightly separated and I can hear her breathing become somewhat labored as I speak, but she’s not touching herself yet.


“Then what?” She breaths shakily.

“Then I’d slowly unzip the shorts and pull them down off of you completely, before kissing you right between your thighs over the lace knickers, I’m sure that you’re wearing now, just to tease a little bit more.” Reagan takes in unsteady breath and she runs her free hand between her cleavage resting it on her breast.

“Take off your shorts and act like it’s me doing it.” I instruct her and she does what I tell her to although she’s hesitant at first. Her face is flushed and I can tell she’s nervous, but that’s not why it’ll be flushed for long if she keeps doing as well as she is now.

She shows me her legs rid of the shorts and the pink lace knickers that she has on and I almost explode then and there. It’s been too long since she’s let me even see her in her underwear let alone since anything sexual has happened. She’s across an entire ocean, but I’ll take what she allows me to get.

“Now what?” She asks me in a breathy voice that makes me have to grab the base of my cock and stroke a few times with my free hand. Fuck.

“I’d rub your clit over the knickers until I felt them wet under my fingertips.” Reagan’s eyes screw shut and she moans while biting her bottom lip. She throws her head back against the pillow and the camera moves slightly, but I can still see her face. I know now that she’s doing what I’m saying, having her own hands rub as if it were me.

“Keep going.” Reagan whimpers not looking at the camera as she delves deeper into pleasure. She’s absolutely beautiful. I know that she’s close and probably dripping wet, I’m close myself and can barely take the sight of her as she bites her lip, moaning softly.

“Ugh, fucking shit...um...fuck– I’d slide the knickers off your legs or move them over so that I could pump my fingers in and out of your dripping wet pussy, curling them gently, pushing and rubbing you just in the right spot until you drown my fingers and your bed sheets in your come, then I’d suck my fingers to taste how sweet you are. You’re always so fucking sweet.”

Reagan gasps and her mouth opens slightly while she emits tiny moans and pants as she comes undone under her own touch. The noises she makes and to see her beautiful face contort in pleasure gains me my release shortly after her, having to grab a few tissues from my nightstand to clean up the mess I made.

I get out of bed and grab a pair of boxers before I pull them up my legs, still watching Reagan as she comes down from her self-inflicted high. Her chest begins to rise and fall evenly when I get back under the covers, properly exhausted now.

“You did well with your assignment. ‘A plus’ in my opinion.”

“Shut up, Harry.” Reagan covers her face with a pillow momentarily and when she removes it her face is still flushed. She stands from bed to clean herself off I assume and maybe change her sheets? I shake my head to stop thinking about it, keeping myself from getting riled up again.

“Funny, you wanted me to keep going a few minutes ago.”

“Harry!” I laugh at her embarrassment as she pulls up her shorts; “It’s almost two in the morning there isn’t it?”

I nod my head as I feel the conversation take a turn.

“You should at least try to sleep Harry... Please try?” I can’t, I mean I can but what’s the point in going to sleep to be woken up from it two to three hours in? They never used to be this frequent. Over the summer at least I could go a few days without having one. Too much is going on and I feel like it puts a pressure on my chest, constricting my lungs from taking in the right amount of air to breathe. Sometimes I wake up now because I feel like I’m not breathing and I’ll die if I try to ignore it.

“I will in a bit, I want to talk to you.” I’m stalling, but I do want to talk to her. She keeps Tamsin’s voice out of my head.

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*Reagan’s POV*
I look at Harry and can’t help but have this looming feeling in the back of my mind. Everything that I’ve read and seen about Harry wants to make itself more prevalent, but I put my all into fighting against it. It almost took over at one point while I was...carrying out my assignment, but when I closed my eyes, I and concentrated only on his voice, it helped to push the malicious thoughts back.

When I look at Harry now, I can’t help but see the one that was on the tape and in my bad dream. I try to tell myself that he’s not that person anymore, but when I look at his eyes, it makes it hard for me to try to lie to myself.

“What do you want to talk about?” I ask him hoping that if I focus on his voice again, I can bypass my nagging thoughts.

“Hm, don’t know. Anything,” H. responds sleepily, “anything at all. What did you do today besides go to session?”

My insides battle with each other. Do I tell him about what I Dr. Koch sent me? Do I tell him about what I saw? That I know now exactly what haunts him and now me?

“Nothing really I spent some time with my parents–”

“Did you tell them?” Harry interrupts me and I shake my head no.

“If I do, if they find out, it would just make everything worse and a bigger deal than what it already is.”

Harry nods his head in understanding before he yawns. He rubs his tired eyes and then turns off his lamp before snuggling down in the bed. I can see a light shine on his face signaling that he’s turned on the television. I swear that he’s worse than a child when it comes to fighting sleep, but now that I’ve actually seen his reason behind it, I can’t say that I can blame him.

“If you’re not going to go to sleep then why even bother turning off the light?” H.’s eyes flicker from the television to the camera and the smallest of smirks plays on his lips.

“I’m going to go to sleep eventually...just not now. Now I’m on the phone with you and everything is right in the world. The light was making my eyes hurt.”

“Because you’re tired.”

H. stares straight into the camera once more and when he does I see seventeen year old Harry again. I want to break and tell him what I know, but I’m not sure as to how he would react. I need to be there. I need to be with him. Regardless to how I feel now about what I saw, it doesn’t change how madly in love I am with him. Dr. Koch is right; Harry does need help, but not the kind that Maudsley provides. It’s me that he needs, and no other case files, video tapes, or hidden document is going to alter how I feel about him.

I stay on the phone with Harry until he loses his battle and snores lightly into my earphones. I watch him for a while before I hang up the phone ending the call.

Notes

Hi lovessss!!! HELLO TO ALL 70 OF YOU (ahhh!!!) Thank you for the votes and subscriptions! They truly make me feel like I'm doing something right! Update because I was away so long last week and I majorly missed you all! What do you think of this chapter?? I was telling @wonderful how awkward I felt posting this chapter because I haven't posted anything so saucy for Harry and Reagan in a while, so tell me what you thought about it and ease my mind. It looks like Harry is letting Tamsin take a slight hold on him and Reagan is on her way to becoming herself again :( Ahhh and I'm excited to post the next chapter and its not even written yet!!! I LOVE YOU ALL TO DEATH AS ALWAYS!! and Please Continue to COMMENT (I absolutely love feedback and talking to you all!!) AND VOTE AND SUBSCRIBE if you haven't done so yet and are reading and enjoying~Xx :*