Foreign → H.S (DISCONTINUED)

chapter 5

Gracefully, I marched into the place with horrifying histories, scientific tales, heartwarmingly beautiful triumphs and new places that I only wished to explore.

The Library.

The caramel walls were plastered with book covers and inspirational quotes from renowned authors. Harry sat in a bright red beanbag with his legs crossed appropriately. His eyes absorbed in a large book as he devoured a ripe peach. He wore a stripped cardigan and a grey shirt that complimented his brown boots. Damn, he was fashionable.

"Hi Harry." I said, sitting next to him in a yellow beanbag. "Hey," he murmured, slamming his book closed.

"What are you reading?" I questioned, sitting back effortlessly. "Les Misérables by Victor Hugo," he announced handing me the big grey book.

"The musical is amazing! I love it. Have you seen it?"I observed as I looked into his beautiful eyes. "No. Maybe someday," he bluntly expressed as he looked at me. Harry silently grabbed his black English binder.

I followed his actions and grabbed my bright pink binder. "I can do logos and ethos and the introduction," Harry muttered as he observed his colorful paper. "I can do pathos and the conclusion and the attention getter," I smiled, looking at my speech.

"Do you want to start on our essay?" I asked as Harry gradually got up. He nodded throwing away his peach core. I gently got up from the comfortable yellow bean bag, walking over to the tables.

Harry sat down silently as I sat adjacent to him. The library was filled with random faces sitting mutely reading or writing. He hurriedly grabbed a blank paper from his binder and a pencil.

"How can we start it?" I questioned as Harry looked at the paper blankly. "I Have a Dream by Martin Luther King illustrates several different modes of persuasion," Harry mumbled as he jotted down his ideas.

"I c-can have my part completed before we have Mrs. Walters tomorrow." Harry announced, as he wrote. I smiled at him in appreciation, "Thanks Harry!" Harry looked up at me and smiled.

He held his pencil with attentiveness as he wrote accurately. Harry had fairly large hands and it was somewhat humorous to watch him hold a tiny wooden pencil. Harry stuck out his tongue in concentration.

"You don't have to stay with me Tulsa. You can go to lunch if you'd like," Harry said quietly, still looking at his paper. "Oh Harry but, I'd like to stay," I smiled, he looked up at me casually.

"Thank you I really appreciate it," Harry announced as he put his pencil down. The room which surrounded us was awfully quiet expect for us. "Did you know Les Misérables has been translated into 22 languages such as Hebrew, Hungarian, Icelandic, Norwegian, German, Polish, Swedish, Dutch, Danish, and Korean?" Harry questioned.

"No! I didn't know that. Do you know how many awards it has won?" I asked, as he nodded.

"Why of course! Les Misérables has won over 100 major theatre awards including an Olivier, Tony and a Grammy." He announced. Harry looked over at me as he stared at me with those beautiful olive green eyes of his.

"You know your eyes are very pretty." Harry gushed, holding his book over his lips. I smiled graciously staring at him in awkwardness.

I felt bad for the poor guy, he didn't really have friends. I would be Harry's friend though! He was nice and attractive.

"Harry! My friend Aubrey she is having a small party at her house this Friday, would you like to come?" I announced looking down at his paper. "I don't- I don't know about that Tul-Tulsa! My ma she-she can be very strict," he stammered, looking up at me in complete and utter nervousness.