Camila's POV

"Camila?" A recognizable voice called from my doorway and I turned to see Harry standing wearing his usual- white T-Shirt and jeans.

"Hey," I said, closing the browser on my computer.

"You changed your hair?" He asked while sitting down. I was surprised that he noticed, nobody had commented on it.

"Yeah, I got it cut at the weekend."

"I like it," he said grinning, his dimples showing making him look adorable.

I looked deeply into his eyes and to my surprise he met my gaze; we sat in silence for a few seconds before I shook my head and focused on the job at hand.

"So last session we were talking about your childhood... You said at the end that 'it all got too much'. What did you mean by that?"

"Everything, it all began to suffocate me. I couldn't do anything, I had no free time. The constant stress,"

"Is that why you're glad about having this hiatus?" I asked and he smiled at the floor.

"I was happy until I found out that I need to find a girlfriend," I laughed softly- he really hated his management.

"I'm sure you'll find one naturally anyway," I said quietly, and he gave me a look that was both sad and happy.

"I won't, nobody wants to stay with me for that long," his voice was soft and despondent, it was obvious that he had thought that for a long time.

"I'm sure you'll find someone who will love every second you spend together. Someone who can't imagine life without you," he shuffled awkwardly in his seat as he spoke.

"The way I feel about you then."

"What do you mean?" I asked, furrowing my eyebrows together. Did Harry Styles just suggest that he loved me?

"I can't imagine life without you. You've really helped me in these sessions, I can't imagine what state I would be in without you. Every second in these sessions I love the way I feel, the happier I'm feeling."

I smiled as he spoke but my heart sank slightly, he didn't love me. He loved our sessions because he was healing. I should have been happier for him, happy because he was overcoming some very serious problems in his life.

"That's great Harry," I said with halfhearted enthusiasm.

"Camila can I ask you something?"

"Sure thing."

"I've got this wedding tomorrow and I'm supposed to bring a date. Can you come?"

"Will it be like a date?" I asked hopefully.

"Nah, it will just be like friends going together."

I had just been friend zoned by Harry Styles. And it hurt.