Silent Laughter (Louis Tomlinson Fan-Fic) Book 3

Part three

Sorry for the long wait guys! Just finished my old book and kinda wanted to take a small break, but now I'm back and here's the update! And author's note at the end so please read. Thanks <3

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She begins jotting things down on a sheet of paper as my eyes just continue staring at the small electrical clock that is resting upon her desk, the ticking sound signaling each passing second, raising my impatience. It's been about five minutes and the image of the possible brown cardboard box that might be resting on my front porch with my name printed on top of it right at this moment is making this reluctant appointment even more tedious.

"I'm almost done Ms. Queen. Just filling in your basic info."

I roll my eyes slightly at how she acknowledges me.

I glance down at my lap, my finger unlocking the enlarged iphone looking device.

"You can call me Winnie here too you know." The device speaks for me, making me feel slightly envious of it's vocal ability.

I push that aside. I did this to myself. This was my decision, so I don't understand why these feelings of jealousy towards this inanimate object fucking still arises within me.

Fuck it I guess.

She sighs before finally dropping her pen and holding her hands with one another in a sophisticated way, her eye glasses resting almost on the tip of her slope looking nose.

"This is my workplace Ms. Queen and no matter our relations, I must address you as I address all my patients. And that device is almost considered obsolete here. You know I can understand you perfectly." She says, a soft smile spreading on her thin nude lips.

I huff a little, staring down at the Ipad.

My fingers graze over the digital keyboard.

"You're one of my mum's best friends. You were with her when my parents adopted Gene. I think it's sort of ridiculous, the whole name thing I mean. My name is my name, please let me have at least that simple luxury. Winnie sounds so much simpler." It reads my mind for me again.

Her eyes narrow at me in some sort of concentration before she grabs her pen again and begins writing something down on that fucking paper.

"What deep behavioral issue did I portray now?" I type, leaning my body back against the uncomfortable chair, my arms now crossed over my chest and my Ipad remaining still on my lap, beginning to feel slightly warmer. I think I've used it too much, but I really don't want to 'sign' right now.

She finally glances up at me, her dark brown eyes meeting mine and I feel myself snort a little at the thought of Coop most likely wanting to cover her iris' with some sort of colored plastic so they don't seem so ordinary.

Oh Coop. If only you knew how valuable normalcy is.

"It wasn't a behavioral issue Ms. Queen. It was ju-"

She quickly scrunches up her lips together, trying to conceal the words that were about to reveal themselves.

Her fingertips rise to her face, pushing up her specs so they don't fall off.

"Why don't you enjoy communicating in sign language with me? I know that you are able to since in fact your father made sure you had one of the best teachers in the world to teach you. So...why? What do you feel?"

And there it is. She is no longer human, but now a robot, going to ask all the questions she was programmed to ask, her voice now resembling the one of the device beneath my chin.