The Misunderstood Boy that Lives on Wembley Way || H.S

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Chapter one:

Today is the day, I whispered to myself.

Standing at the doors of a small clinic with my office belongings, my smile grew bigger and bigger until my cheeks started hurting. I didn't realize how much of an idiot I probably looked like until a woman was standing right next to me.

My smile faded when I turned my head in her direction. The woman seemed to be in her forties, her hair was a sandy brown and it was somewhat frizzy; she was wearing a burgundy shirt and plain khaki pants.

"Hello," I greeted her warmly but got no respond, just a cold stare. I knew she was trying to go inside the clinic so I awkwardly moved away from the door with all my stuff so she could enter first.

Just as I suspected she was a patient. I have already been here before so I already had my clinic ID card, name tag, and my cute and professional lab coat. I walked up behind the woman and waited until she was done checking in and then stepped up when it was my turn.

"Oh my gosh! Look at you, you must be the new psychologist everyone has been talking about!" exclaimed the nurse from behind the counter. I blushed and moved some hair from face. Did I make that much of an impression during my interview? "Okay let me show around a bit, Tracy check in who ever walks through the door." She said to the other nurse who was cleaning up the waiting room.

The nurse who I had just met could have been in her late fifties. She was a bit chubby but don't let that under estimate how fast she could walk. As soon as the nurse came around the counter she was hard to keep up with, especially if your holding a box with office supplies. She opened the door to back where all the offices and stations are located.

"This whole right wall is were nurse's stations are located, the hallway to the left is were the break room, bathrooms, extra office supplies and medical supplies are held. And psychology offices down this hallway," She states.

"That's basically it! I'll show you your office." Hurriedly, we went down the hallway and within a few minutes I was in my office. MY OWN OFFICE!

"There you go sugar, any questions?" She asked, "I never got your name" I stated, once again moving that annoy piece of hair out of my face. Why must I be cursed with curly hair? "Oh! My name is Jennifer, just call my Jenny." she winked and walked out the door.

I walked over to the door and closed it for some privacy. Sighing, I placed my box on the floor and started placing my office supplies and belongings all over the room. Luckily the office already had a bookshelf, a desk with a Mac desktop, and chairs for the patients and I. I placed my books on the bookshelf and all my knickknacks on the desk for decoration.

Lastly, at the bottom of the box was a framed picture of my boyfriend and I. I held it in my hands admiring the beautiful photo of us in New York during New Years and 2013. So happy, so in love.

I heard a knock on my door and it shook me out of my day dream. "Come in" I chirped while pressing the frame to my chest. A handsome but short man walked into my office with a lab coat on. He had dark hair and olive skin. His eyes were a beautiful shade of brown and he had a mustache and beard that fit his bone structure perfectly. He was quiet short, he was about 5'7 and sadly I'm 5'9. Although I can't say anything because I'm taller than my own boyfriend. I looked at his name tag and it read Dr. Zayn Malik.

"Good Morning Dr. Underwood," Seems like he read my name tag too. "Hi," I blushed at the title. "You can just call my Shay," I added while removing one hand from the framed photo to shake with his hand.

"Well Shay, nice to meet you. You can call me Zayn." We smiled at each other. He glanced over to my other hand with the photo and asked if he could see it. Handing it over to him, he acknowledged that this person seemed important to me.