Looking for Alaska [ h.s au ] EDITING

Chapter One - New Patient

Looking For Alaska || Chapter One

"Welcome home," my mother's soft smooth toned voice spoke as she opened the aged wooden door to our new home and permanent home.

"Yeah, whatever," I sighed. I honestly didn't like the idea of this new home. But my mom had a new plan for this stupid town called "Forest Dean " and she always had her eyes set on this town when my aunt Margret decided to move here. My mom worked as a nurse so she was never home and was never really a heavy influence in my life. But my father was so different. He was a psychiatrist and he mainly worked home, but he was mostly busy with the crazies.

The house looked like we were millionaires. But reallywe were just a normal American family trying to survive in this economy.

"Well don't just stand there, go to your room and check it out," my mother's voice cooed in the echoed entrance. I nodded and ran up the spiral stairs that led up to two bedrooms, obviously one being my parents and one being mine. I took an assumption and went to the white door on the left.

And there was a lilac bed in front of me and to the sides were black night stands with both matching lamps. The room was covered with white boring walls and was filled with unfamiliar furniture. I walked over to the bed and sat in the middle.

QIs this is what my new life here in Forest Dean consisted of?

A silent knock was heard on the white door and there was a head which popped in that i knew anywhere: My dad.

"May I come in?" he spoke, causing my attention shift from the ceiling to his soft hazel-brown eyes.

"Sure," I patted to the spot next to me on the bed. He walked in and sad down.

"I wanted to tell you I have a patient coming over today," he said, turning to face me. I rolled my eyes,

"Another forty year old man that believed Santa Clause was God?" I remembered my dad's old patient that always tried to flirt with my mom.

"No, he is actually your age, he's seventeen." my dad said, handing me a tan file. In bold letters in the tab said: Harry E. Styles

I opened up the file and there was a clip that was attached with old paperwork what seemed like medical papers. I took a brief look of the papers and it seemed like he's dealing with a bipolar, depressing teenage boy.

"When is he coming?" I asked putting my gaze to my father.

"In ten minutes, so you know the drill. Stay up here until he leaves and when he leaves I'll text you so you can come down, okay?" he explained, giving me a small smile.

"Okay, now go downstairs and see when this kid comes." I returned that smile with mine.

"Okay love i'll leave you alone." He got up and headed towards the door and walked out.

.......

Ding-Dong

I turned to the window to see a black range rover pull up to the garage A mop of brown hair popped out of the car and walk on the pavement towards the door. I ran out of my room and stopped at the start of the staircase but also kept myself hidden so my father won't see me. The same mop of brown hair appeared at the entrance but instead of just old plain brown hair it was filled with rich luscious curls that were up in a stylish quiff, and from the looks of it his eyes were green just like my mother's. And it seemed like he had small pinkish- rose lips. He was wearing a green plaid shirt with four buttons undone, black skin tight jeans and cafe colored Chelsea boots. He looked like a normal kid that had a sense of style. I noticed he saw me but i was so hypnotized by his charming looks that i didn't hide, so he gave me this small smile that was revealing a subtle dimple.

"Ah you must be Harry. Allow me to introduce myself, I'm Dr. Martins but you can call me Bob," my father let out his hand waiting for a response.

"Lovely to meet you, who's that," he spoke in a raspy British accent, pointing at me.

Oh, shit.

I quickly ducked behind the fern. I was still able to see them and from the looks of it their attention was directed at me. My father sighed and Harry's emrald eyes were trying to see behind the fern.

"It's all right, Alaska come meet our guest," my father said as he tried to manage a smile. Though I could tell he wanted to strangle me for disobeying him. I slowly rose from behind the fern and made my way down the shiny new stairs. I stood besides my father. "Harry, this is my daughter, Alaska. Alaska, this is my new patient, Harry," he said as he moved away from me to the side. I just gave him a quick and small smile. And he returned my unnoticeable gesture with a cheeky little grin that exposed his deep set of dimples. His eyes were a soft but yet intense emerald color that were just breath taking.

"Okay, Harry, let's go to my office and have our session." My father interrupted our almosts staring contest that was kind of amusing. He changed his focus to my middle-aged father.

"Okay let's go. Lovely seeing you Alaska," Harry said, winking one of his forest eyes and walking away from our stare.

I don't know what took over this but i honestly couldn't get those eyes erased from my mind. Or those red lips that were accompanied with his intense dimples. Or how his small lips curved into that gorgeous grin. He was just perfect, but i knew deep down he wasn't because he was here visiting my father not as a neighbor welcoming us, but he was mentally sick.