When Zayn finishes his walk and gets home, he texts Mr. Davis.

(I just realized, it should be Dr. Davis, shouldn't it?)

"Hey, I've been doing the walks, and I think they've really been helping. I met someone. A friend, supposedly. His name is Niall. One time, when I was doing your look-around thing, it really helped by the way, I saw this blonde kid. He was reading, and had some headphones on. I kinda ignored him, but the next day, I saw him again. For some reason, I decided to sit next to him. There wasn't anywhere else to sit either. We talked a bit. I learned he's autistic, and some other things about him. He has a friend named Harry who comes with him on Wednesdays. Niall goes every day, from exactly eight in the morning, to ten, on the dot."

Zayn waits for Mr. Davis to read his message.

"That's awesome Zayn! Do you have his number or anything? How long did you talk?"

"We talked for only about fifteen minutes on the first day. Either the next day, or the one after, his friend Harry came. He asked how long we talked, because he said Niall seemed to really like me and I told him it was only for like fifteen minutes. He seemed a bit surprised. It was fun."

"Cool, have you planned to meet up anymore?"

"Probably just whenever I feel like it, he comes every day, after all, and he doesn't go to school."

Mr. Davis thumbs up the message.

"Check in tomorrow?" Zayn asks.

"Sure, have a good day," Mr. Davis replies.

(Look, I have no idea how therapy is (obviously everyone is different), but yea.)

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