INSANE ||Zarry||~ON HOLD~

Long way from the playground

Zayn looked on, stiff and frozen similar to a trance, some vigorous strength pulling him backwards from the two people standing in front of him. It was a bustle of emotions and memories in his head right now, as if all he ever knew and remembered were rushing back to him through the cracks he had healed so carefully. He looked at the two faces. A beautiful girl he might otherwise, smile at very sweetly only if the face beside her wasn't distracting him much, the face he could never forget.

After all, how could he? He couldn't forget the face when he saw it the first time from the small hole in his old treehouse.

He clearly remembered the sunny afternoon, staying inside his paradise and playing with the few marbles he found laying around behind his books, he heard that loud yet sweet laugh from across the street on the playground. He ignored it at first and when he kept hearing it again and again he started to get peeved. Who was this bloke laughing and playing outside in the midst of the heated afternoon when everyone had their doors and windows closed and were sweating enormously?

Planning to shout and give a piece of his mind, he looked out of the window but before he could shout, he caught a glimpse of the other little laughing boy. Zayn immediately sat back and peeked through the small hole he had made in his treehouse. He watched the boy running around and laughing widely when his ball went a bit too far for him to catch, watched him shaking his head along with his wild curls whenever sweat went into his eye but what Zayn noticed was he was playing alone. He wondered how can someone be so cheerful playing just by themselves. He didn't understand because he had a lot of friends, yet this small boy here seemed happier than he had ever been.

He saw the boy pick up his football and shake his curly hair again, Zayn frowned and tried to pull his hair but he couldn't even get a handful. He wanted to have beautiful long hair like that boy but his Abba would never let him, said long hair are for girls, not boys. So he was stuck with his short black hair that sometimes poked his ears. He grunted in frustration and maybe, just maybe the grunt sounded too loud in the heat of the empty street.

The boy with the football immediately looked up at the treehouse and frowned. Zayn was startled and fell back hiding himself beside the hole, scared that he had been caught watching by the stranger. He waited and when he couldn't hear anymore laughs, he concluded that the boy must have left. He slowly looked through the hole at the abandoned street when he heard a voice through the window above him.

"What are you doing?"

Zayn screamed and jumped back, this time actually hurting his elbow to bleed. As he looked up to see the boy climbing in through the window, he saw the boy swing both of his legs inside and then thud.

Then came the loud crying from the other boy who sat there with his knee just a little bit scratched and tears flowing rapidly from his green eyes, which Zayn didn't notice until now. Seeing the other boy cry with a face so red, Zayn felt bad and voluntarily started crying too.

Two little boys sat there inside the treehouse, crying and bleeding, one from the elbow, the other from his knee as the sun and the clouds played a game of their own of making different shapes between the two of them on the wood with the sunlight coming in through the open window.

The curly haired boy asked through his tears, "Why are you crying?"

With tears streaming down his face Zayn mumbled, "Because youh were cryin'."

"But I was crying because I hurt my knee"

"Maybe we should stop cryin' yeah?"

The smaller boy nodded and gave the brightest smile that slightly blinded Zayn and looked shinier than the sunlight coming in.