Half a Sky Of Clouds

Chapter 1

Harry always questioned himself, why skies were blue. He also questioned himself, as he looked at the beautiful blue sea, what kind of material clouds were made of. He remembered something from his geography lessons, but he never really paid the closest attention to it. His camera was pointed at the sky, trying to get the cloud that looked exactly like a horse. It wasn't really hard for him to take pictures of the clouds, they moved rarely..

Well.. They did move, but they were so far away that it looked like they moved five centimeters per second, it was much easier than the people on the soccer team, who were always running around like crazy.

Harry questioned himself more, as he killed time watching the clouds move from the right to the left angle of his camera. He thought about existence, about the balance between life and death. What would happen after he dies, and what kind of way would he die? Like the hack Harry knew, but he wanted to be prepared for what would come unexpectedly. His mother always told him that every day could be his last, this day was no exception.

"You like taking pictures of the clouds, do you?" Niall said, laid back and also watching the clouds. He yawned really loudly, sounding more irritating and bored than actually full of understanding. Harry nodded and closed one of his eyes, to concentrate better on the picture he was about to shoot.

"We can't sit here all day, you know? We have tons of homework, and you'll better start working on it if you want to finish this year." Niall stood up and also got Harry standing up, for some reason.

"I am really happy that this second period of the year we're not getting French, it totally sucks."

"But I get art instead, and you have drama. Are you really okay with that?" Harry said, trying to read Niall's mind like always. Niall was obvious in every way, when he said no you knew he agreed with you more than anything.

"Well.. It's going to be hard finding someone there, but I guess it will be alright. You still have Zayn at least." The two of them walked towards the ending of the park they were sitting in quite peacefully, the day was almost over and Harry again didn't live his life hundred percent. He didn't want to die today, because that would be disappointing. "Well.. Let's go!"

"Well.. I think you like Zayn alot, but I think he is a bit of troublesome." Harry said, a little pissed off. He and Zayn were friends, well.. If you would call them friends. Yet they were so different from each other that there were a lot of times Harry wished Zayn never existed, yet thinking about really losing him like that would leave him a gap in his heart. He hated Zayn, yet he was the best friend Harry could ever imagine.

"I have nobody, remember? I need to make friends myself.. Alone!" Niall nagged, while kicking a empty can that was lying on the ground.

"You'll do fine, you'll see." Harry smiled at him, giving him some support like he always did with his good friend. When they got separated, Harry waved at Niall till they couldn't see each other anymore, just like every peaceful day they've shared together.

When Harry walked home, he hoped deep in himself that the next day, he would wake up and everything would be the same as today. Just peaceful, without worrying about anybody or everything. So he could focus for the full hundred percent on his studies and the things he loved. He loved taking photographs, but he wanted to become a painter. He loved art and everything around it, but he sucked horribly at drawing. He wished he could have some talent for it, otherwise he needed to focus on something other than that. He knew that sometimes things couldn't go the way he wanted, and he accepted that. He was just desperately hoping that one day, he would finally find out how he could draw a circle that was equal, since his called "circles" looked more like ovals.