Zayn took a deep breath as he grabbed his headphones, key, and cellphone. He takes a step out the door. The first time he's been out in weeks.

The cool breeze feels nice against his skin. He likes it.

He takes another deep breath before starting on his walk, just like the therapist said.

Ok, look down, keep your hoodie up, and make it obvious you're listening to music, he thinks to himself.

He shuffles his playlist and puts his hoodie up as he steps into the street.

After a few minutes, an anxious pit forms in his stomach.

He can't do this. It's too much.

He runs back home and straight to his bed. His warm, safe bed.

He sighs as he opens Mr. Davis, his therapist's contact information.

He decides on a text.

'I tried out the walk. I made it a few minutes, but then I got nervous. There were lots of people. I felt like they were judging me, I couldn't do it, and ran straight back home.'

Mr. Davis takes only a few minutes to reply.

'Hey Zayn, next time, hopefully tomorrow, if you're up to it, when and if you get nervous, just look around. Look at the people, and observe them. Take some time. For many of my patients, it's a simple and easy way for them to calm down. Hope you try it."

'Thanks, I'll try tomorrow I guess.'

'That's awesome Zayn, you're already making great progress.'

'Thanks Mr. Davis.'

'Anytime Zayn. Need to talk about anything else?'

'No, I think I'm good for now, but thanks.'

'No problem, I'll see you later then.'

':)'

He puts down his phone. He stares at his wall for a bit, just thinking.

Finally, he turns on some calming music, and crawls under the covers.

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