Notes To Strangers | L.S.

Note one

Harry walked, the lake being at his right and people walking by his left. He liked seeing people doing their own thing. Watching families riding their bikes, couples on a date holding a coffee cup while their other hand are interlocked with each other and those who sit on their own too lost in their brains.

There was a tree a few steps away from Harry, proving shade to a young adult with dark brown hair. He was sat, headphones on as Harry kept getting closer and noticing more details. He was wearing black jeans, a little too big on him and an oversized jumper. His bag was thrown to the side slightly open, a few books coming out and a pencil lost in the growing grass.

Harry heard the loud music coming from his headphones before he kneeled down in front of the guy with a smile as the lad looked up. Harry took in his brown eyes and long lashes, he's definitely into art, Harry thought.

The guy took out his headphones with a confused expression written on his face, Harry searched for the note inside his pocket before he took it out and double checked it.

If they cared, they would show it.

Harry folded it in half again, making it look neat as he reached it forward for the guy to take. The man gave him one last look before he took the note, his fingers slightly shaking but Harry didn't question him.

Harry got up giving one last smile to the guy before he walked away slowly because he still turns around to watch their reaction. He was thankful for a new crowd to walk by as he got lost in them but still having a view of the sitting man who opened the note slowly.

He noticed him taking a deep breath, probably rereading the note multiple times before he looked up and searched for the man who gave him the note. Since he couldn't find anyone familiar, he looked back down at the note, folding it carefully and putting it inside his bag before he put the rest of his stuff away and got up.

Harry walked away now, feeling a weight off his shoulder. He still doesn't know why he feels relief whenever he gives notes to strangers. Maybe he likes seeing the different reactions; how some of them smile at the note, others who actually find Harry again and thank him, those who completely ignore it and throw it away.

He doesn't care if there are people who hate it, hate Harry for being nosy and trying to fix a stranger. Though to Harry, he isn't trying to fix anyone.

Harry remembers when he struggled at a young age, having no one to talk to, no one to hold on to. Nobody to tell him nice words. He had to struggle on his own and he wishes nobody has to go through that. So as cliche as it sounds, he decided to write notes to strangers, wether they have a good life or not, everyone deserves nice words.

He entered a music shop remembering he needed to buy new strings for his guitar. There was indie music playing lowly, two people talking near the front but not loud enough to be annoying. Harry ignored them, he went to the back where he knows the strings would be.

"Zayn you're back!", a man shouted as the door bell went off. Harry heard the footsteps moving to his right but his back was turned to them. "Decided I can start again, tired of sitting alone in my flat".

Harry noticed the accent on his voice, tempting him to turn around but he focused on getting the right strings. The store went quiet, the music seeming louder now. He felt a presence getting closer but maybe it was just Harry overthinking and feeling awkward about the sudden silence.

"Hey you're that guy", the voice called from behind breaking the silence, "The one that gave me the note".

Harry turned around now with wide eyes. He caught the familiar brown eyes who stared back at him. "Oh yeah", the guy smiled at the response before speaking again, "Thank you mate".

Harry nodded not knowing what else to say, "I'm Zayn", the guy reached his hand out and Harry quickly took it, "Harry".

"I'd love to keep chatting but I've gotta go, I hope I see you around Harry", he said as he fixed his hair up, a strand being left over his forehead. "That's no problem, I'll see you around". The brown haired man walked away leaving the shop after waving at the worker he originally spoke to.

Harry took the strings quickly before walking to the cashier and taking out his wallet from his pocket. He handed him the money and he spoke up without thinking, "Does Zayn work here?". The man looked up at him and nodded, "Yeah, if you heard he's starting again". Harry nodded making a mental note to come by this shop more often even if he didn't necessarily need anything. "Thank you, have a good day", Harry spoke as he left the shop.

Many people come up to him after he gives them the note but they never really stay long enough to introduce themselves. Zayn however made it obvious he didn't want to leave and Harry knows he'll find himself becoming the lads friend sooner than expected.