therapy l.h.

0.5

Out of breath and tired of running, Felicity finally reaches Luke's house. She knocks hard on the door, putting her hands on her knees as she tries to catch her breath.

A boy answers the door; a boy who isn't Luke.

"Um, hi?" the boys eyebrows furrow in confusion.

"Is Luke here?" Fel rushes out.

"Yeah, can I ask why you are?"

"I have to see him," the girl pants.

"Hold on, let me get him," the boy shuts the door a bit and yells for Luke.

"There's a girl here," he whispers.

"Who?" Luke asks.

"I don't know."

Luke comes to the door and sees Felicity.

"Fel? What's wrong? Do you need to talk again?" he asks, very concerned.

Fel shakes her head, "No. Well, yes, but not about what you think I want to talk about. I just...this is our last day and I don't want to end today without you."

Luke smiles, "Come inside."

She walks inside the familiar house and follows Luke to the basement. The basement is much more modern than the upstairs of the home. There are instruments and autographed items all over the walls. In the basement are two other boys, along with the redhead from before.

"Guys, this is Felicity. Felicity, these are the guys," Luke introduces the four of them.

"Can I get your names?" Fel asks.

"I'm Michael," the boy from the door says.

"I'm Calum."

"And I'm Ashton."

"And you know me," Luke smiles.

"She does?" Ashton asks.

"I'm her therapist," he answers honestly.

Felicity's eyes widen; she didn't think he'd tell the truth.

"What! Did you--"

"Bring his only patient into his home and is letting her around his friends? Yes, he is," she replies with her hands on her hips. "I'll have you know, we hang out regularly. I apologize if I'm too loony for you all, my bad."

Luke smirks at Fel's sudden confidence.

"Never knew I had it in me," she thinks to herself.

"Boys, can I talk to you outside?" Luke demands.

"No, Luke," Felicity shakes her head. "I want them to act as normal as they can around me. I don't want them to put a mask on just because I'm here. It isn't fair or right."

"You're such a humanitarian," Michael rolls his eyes.

"Oh, shut up!" the girl waves him off.

"Make me," he challenges.

"I will," Felicity raises her fist in the air.

"Oh, really?"

"Try me, Michael."

"Alright, you guys," Ashton tries to calm the situation down. "Let's try and be civil."

"Fine."

"Whatever," the two mumble.

"Now, Felicity, can you sing for them?" Luke asks.

"What? Now?" she asks.

"Yeah, now," he nods his head.

"Um, I don't know," Fel says hesitantly.