Raindrops (L.S)

Raindrops.

Raindrops. Silence. Heavy breathing. Harry bites his nails as he looks out the window. Drowsy. He wondered what it meant when it rained. Does it mean its too sad out in the world? He raises his ink pen up to his lips and takes in between his teeth.

He looks out the window once more. Seeing the same brown haired boy he had been neighbors with for years. Although he never even spoke to him. He always thought the kid was weird. Sometimes harry would spot him laying in wet mud. For some reason, he looked relaxed.

Tick tock.

Harry looks up at the clock in his room. 1:24 in the afternoon. He wondered so many things at once. Is time real? What do we need it for? What if its a way to hypnotize us? But that would be silly. He hates when he thinks silly thoughts. It makes him feel even more stupid.

Tick tock.

He began bouncing his leg up and down from where he sat at his desk. He wondered what the brown haired boy was doing at this moment. He wondered if he would ever speak to him. He wondered what he's like.

Tick...

His leg bounces rapidly. He cant help himself. He wants to scream for whatever reason. He hates when he feels like this. He also hates it when Liam says he cant do certain things because he has a "disease ". Or whatever that is. He hates it when Zayn doesn't cut his ham sandwiches in heart shapes. And his turkey sandwiches in star shapes.

Tock.

His pen bursts. He forgot he was even chewing on it. Although, its not the first time its happened. Not even the tenth. At least he thinks so. He has a hard time keeping up with things. He uses his thumb to wipe some of the ink off his lip. He wants to scream. He wants to cry. He wants to be able to do things again.

"Harry?" He hears Zayn call out as he opened the door. "Oh no, your pen bursted again?" Harry nods. "Come on, lets get you cleaned up." Zayn instructed. Harry doesn't move.

He shakes his head. He doesn't know why he acts this way. He just hates when they think they have to treat him like a kid. Maybe he has something. But he's not retarded.

Zayn sighs as he walks into the room. "You know you have to go back to the hospital today?" He asks.

"I don't want to go, they scare me." He shakes his head. "I just want Niall." Harry sighed.

Niall is Harrys favorite out of the three of them. Niall doesn't treat him differently. Niall has a playful personality which he finds comforting. Theres a sense of comfort in the Irish boy that he adores.

"Nialls coming as well. Now, do you want me to help you clean up? Or do you wanna do it yourself?" Zayn asks. Harry feels pretty weak today. He wants nothing more than to have Zayn do it for him. But he doesn't wanna feel like a child. So he nodded his head and muttered "i wanna do it" before Zayn sighs and leaves the room quietly. Harry lets out a loud sigh as he wonders more things. He wonders if the brown haired boy would think he was weird if they ever met.

He rushed towards the window and looked out of it. He spots the brown haired boy. He looked as beautiful as ever as he spun around in the rain. Harry furrowed his eyebrows as the boy stopped spinning all of the sudden. He then looked up at Harry's window and harry freezes when he does something that makes him feel all fuzzy inside.

He smiled at him.