|Him|

*Louis' POV*

Dad fixed his white coat as soon as the door bell rang. I sighed, waiting for time to tick by faster.

I looked back down at my notebook, how was all this gibberish ever supposed to live life?

Just then, someone else walked into our house. She was a girl, no bigger than me. Long, dark brown hair, and identical colour pair of eyes. She seemed to looking around.

This room was the front room, in which dad let his patients in every time they had an appointment. There were many throughout the day, mostly teenagers.

I look back down at my book, fiddling with the pen. When dad had returned to the room, not a minute later, to attend to the girls, I decided to get again, take another break.

I observed the girl. Her seating posture was stiff and a bit posh. She kept on playing with her hands and the hem of her t-shirt, avoiding eye-contact.

Dad smiled at her and asked what her name was. I always felt this was an unnecessary question as he already knew their names.

Nevertheless, the girl answered. "Alexa," she said in a very low voice as if she were afraid that dad was going to yell at her.

Alexa would answer every question. Of course, they were simple ones like 'What's your favorite animal?' or 'What's your favorite colour?' Dad couldn't do much as it was his first lesson and he needed to gain Alexa's trust, which would take time.

I couldn't help but stare at the girl, her eyes were her best feature. I noticed that she would give me occasional glances which would come and go in a blink of an eye. Many girl her age come and go, but never once has one caught my eye like this, there just something different about her. Maybe it was the fact that she actually saw my existence. The others would acknowledge my presence before completely ignoring me.

The timer rang, which indicated her first session was up. Alexa was hesitant, she looked as if she didn't know what to do. Dad could see his, and led her outside. He disapeared out the house, I couldn't pay attention, my eyes stuck on the exact area she was seat.

"Bye!" I could hear my dad faintly say before the door shut. I was finally able to tear my eyes away to look at him.

"That's all for today," He said to my as he took off his coat. I hummed back in response. Dad came and sat next to me. "How's the math work going?" He asked, taking the notebook.

He cut me off before I could answer him. "How have you not done any questions I set you half an hour ago?" I sighed, knowing that I shouldn't have gotten distracted, my maths grades were pretty low, but couldn't help remember those brown eyes.

"You seem to be another world."

I was snapped out of my daze, and had been caught looking at the spot she had been sat. "You know," Dad lightly chuckled,"I couldn't help but notice her looking at you every few seconds."

Crossing my fingers under the table, I hope he hadn't seen me do the same. "She tried to not make it look obvious, but you didn't take your eyes off her," He said leaning back a bit. My heart sunk and a blush formed on my cheeks. 

Dad threw the notebook on the table and went out the room mumbling,"History repeats itself," under his breathe with a tiny proud smile on his face.

I walked up to mum's picture hanging on the wall. It had the three of us in it, her, dad and I. This was from eight years ago, when I was only six. I can vaguely remember that day, I had woken up early on Christmas morning so I could unwrap my presents.  Mum and dad were still had sleep in their eyes, but nevertheless smiled to the camera. Dad had his arm around my shoulders while I had a struggled look, attempting to open the tight-wrapped presents with my bare hands. Mom held the camera.

It was that day, however, when we had gone out to look around in shops and spend as a family. Our car was parked on the snowless road m while mum had gone into the store opposite store bye some makeup. The store had blew up while she was in it and we lost her.

Over the years I had gotten over it. Dad was the first one to recover, knowing he had me to take care of. He had always been a single parent, but he had played his role well, and I was proud of him. Every Christmas we feel a bit down, but we had been there to distract each other because we knew, mum would never want to see our sad faces.

I wish she were with me, I wanted to tell her, I wanted her to guide me. I had my first crush and I had no experiences with a lot of girls whatsoever.

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I kinda feel bad, but all this was really necessary-

An early update because I felt bad that I didn't do a double update :(