Notes To Strangers | L.S.

Note three

Harry walked past an empty street that led him to one of the popular streets in London. It's usually crowded in the early hours but right now it's ten, the sky is dark above him and the streets are silent and dim.

His back was relaxed and tired as he's been walking all day long, moving from one place to another hoping he gets to find someone to give the note to.

The note has been in his pocket since this morning, unlucky to be waiting so long for someone to read it.

There was a small restaurant open, three teenagers were sat outside eating a box of pizza and chatting loudly while on the other table was sat a lonely man zoning off looking at the floor.

He was wearing a black shirt showing off some of his arm tattoos, his arms rested on his chest as he breathed in every now and then almost like he forgets to. His eyes never left the floor as Harry walked closer.

Harry almost hesitated to take the note out, the guy hadn't noticed him yet and he was standing in front of his table.

"Hey", Harry called out making sure it wouldn't come out as a whisper because he doubts he'd be able to talk again if it had gone unheard. The man flinched at the sound, his eyes snapping upwards and catching Harry who stood across from him.

Harry took this moment to stare at the blue eyes that were locked on his. He looked away for a second as his hands went inside his pocket and took out the note quickly placing it on the table for the guy to take.

The lad looked down at the note, he hadn't made any sign that he would take it but Harry didn't want to push it. He made sure the guy looked up at him again as he smiled and walked away hiding behind a pole as he waited for the blue eyed man to read the note.

He noticed the guy didn't look for him at all, usually people would look around wondering about Harry but this one didn't even move his arm to take the note. His eyes just remained staring at the folded paper. However, Harry didn't move. He waited until the guy made a move and he did, after twenty minutes.

He saw him sigh, his arm moving forward tiredly as he got ahold of the note. Harry tried his best to focus his eyes on the reaction, it was getting even darker somehow and his vision was starting to hurt. The guy opened the note, seeing his eyes slowly move following the letters.

Congratulations for all the silent battles you've overcome :)

Harry recalled the note in his brain. His blue eyes lingered on the note for so long, Harry was beginning to feel his sore legs slowly giving up. The guy folded the paper in half again, pushing it inside the pocket of his jean jacket that was wrapped around his waist. Harry let out a sigh, not knowing what to think of that reaction.

He didn't smile. Didn't look around to see if Harry was still around. He just read it and put it away.

Harry almost didn't want to leave seeing as the guy looked so tired, physically, mentally. But he walked away, remembering the tired blue eyes, how his body was tired and he didn't move much. His breath was forced. Harry knew the guy was hurting, he didn't need to talk to him to know that. He's been there himself.

He looked back for a second catching the guy still sitting the same, his head was rested against the wall behind him this time. He was looking up at the dark sky, his lips slightly parted. Harry really wishes he wasn't so awkward so he could go up to him and start a conversation, but he didn't. Maybe they'll catch each other another day and Harry would get the courage to do so. Just not tonight.