Yellow.

thirty eight.

a/n- typing is different from verbally speaking. the way harry speaks will always be different from his text messages and this might need the use of emojis, I hope you enjoy this update and talk to me on twitter cheriewrites_ x.

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"If Harry wasn't autistic, would you love him?" Daya asks, stepping out of the bus and linking arms with Iman.

"I'm not sure what you mean," Iman hums, adjusting the oversized Kimono on her body and ensuring her hair is still in the bun.

"If he was like us, you know typical and all, would you still have feelings for him?" the younger one asks again, this time with a smile.

The two of them are heading down the hilly street, after a lovely day spent together in Central London and general bonding. It is getting late, about past eight and the summer skies are starting to get a bit into the hues of dark pink and purple. Both sisters are happy to have bonded and not fought for the whole day. Iman feels proud for treating her younger sister out and ensuring nothing was missing.

"I have feelings for him because of who he is and not how he is like," Iman mumbles, trying not to smile too much.

"Who is he then?" Daya hums, playfully nudging her side.

"He is physically beautiful to stare at, adorable and almost childlike at heart, and I really don't know how to morph his traits into one," Iman shrugs, smiling at the skies and feeling content at the blissful sight.

"So, you guys are official-official?" Daya asks again.

"Yes, very official and happy with that," another answer from Iman.

"Have you guys done the dirty?" Daya asks, almost as if she is singing.

"Daya, shut up!" Iman gasps, widening her eyes and laughing a little.

"No! Tell me!" Daya laughs, slowly shaking her older sister in a playful manner.

"Shh, mind your business, will you?" Iman rolls her eyes.

"Oh please, don't be such a mum! How dirty have you guys gotten? I mean, it's hard to imagine him doing anything beyond kissing but hey, I cannot help it," Daya mumbles, giving a devious chuckle.

"For crying out loud Daya, he is able to have physical relationships and he has a daughter," Iman huffs, nudging Daya and sick of the stereotypical mentality of various conditions.

"Okay, Okay sorry. Normally, I don't think that low but yeah, human nature. Spill the beans sister," Daya presses, pouting and batting her eyelashes.

"First off, we stick with making out and Daya, I am not sure Harry would be comfortable with me talking about that you know," Iman hums, smiling and looking away from her sister.

"True, he seems like an old man. I mean he kept telling mum how impressed he was with her flower collection, and the vocabulary of his manners is top notch," Daya muses, remembering when Harry visited the previous week and met them.

"My old man, he has pretty good taste and yes, yes he is very polite," Iman teases, trying to keep a straight face.

"He knows all about the tea collection, and yes he says please even more than mum does," Daya hums, rolling her eyes at the memory.

"Like no please. I mean the first time I met him, he said that and I was about to laugh but then, I couldn't just do that," Iman breathes out, feeling her cheeks heat up and her tummy swirl a little.

"I was going to say you are blushing but you are black and the bobbi brown makeup has ace blushes," Daya teases her, laughing out a bit.

"I can blush, you don't have to see it hater!" Iman playfully hits her side.