Half a Sky Of Clouds

Chapter 2

                   

"So, your name is Louis." Harry said, while Louis scrolled through the pictures on his camera. His left hand resting on the elbow rest of his wheelchair. The guy didn't look at him, Harry couldn't even see his eyelashes since his green hoodie covered his whole face. He noticed the brown locks under it, but he couldn't find more details of his face.

"You have a problem with that?" Louis said crabby, but still really soft toned, just like he didn't even want Harry to hear it. Harry wanted to ask him about his disability, but he decided to shut his mouth because it looked like the boy wasn't in a good mood.

"No, I don't. I just.. Repeated it for myself, so I could remember it." Harry said, a little bit awkward.

"Cut the bull, we need to find a picture." Harry noticed that Louis didn't move his left hand and only with his right hand tried to give him the camera. "This."

"This?" Harry repeated unsure. He heard a soft, but irritating sigh coming from Louis. Harry looked at the picture, it was the picture he took yesterday when he was watching the clouds. Nothing really unusual was going on, it wasn't even the horse-alike looking cloud, just two ordinary dark shaded ones.

"It's pretty." Louis said curt. "It reminds me of two persons playing soccer."

Harry stared at it a million times, but even after looking at it for hours he still couldn't see two persons playing soccer. Was Louis more creative than Harry, or was he just extremely stupid and strange. Harry didn't know if he was the one who didn't see it, or that Louis was just plain weird.

"Do you like and play soccer?" Harry questioned. Before he could even think about what was wrong about his question, Louis already gave him the strict answer he could expect.

"How stupid are you?" His soft tone gave him creeps. His words didn't effect or hurt him because of the way he said it, otherwise Harry would see him as a bully. Yet, something about the way he said things sounded so melancholic that he couldn't see him as a bully. Louis rolled his wheelchair with only his right hand again a bit forward, almost like he wanted to leave Harry alone in the classroom. "I played it, but the captain was pretty gay so I quit."

"That's mean of you to say." Harry murmured. It looked like he was dealing with a homophobic person.  Harry was not gay himself, but he hated it when people made differences between heterosexuality and homosexuality.

"It would be terrible if my gay captain would touch me with his gross fingers that probably touched more than only me. Even grosser, maybe he would watch me undress or something. In this state he probably needed to undress me because I can't take of my own clothes." Louis said it like it was the last thing in the world he cared about, it made Harry so disgusted of him since it looked like he didn't give a single fuck about other people.

"Your mind makes me sick." Harry murmured disgusted, hoping that Louis would feel bad about his words and take them back. However, it looked like he didn't even mind it. What was wrong with this human being?

"I hear that every day, don't think it'll effect me." Louis said stoic and picked one of the canvas that was lying on a table. He already wanted to paint it, was that really a good idea? Harry didn't even know if Louis was good at it. Since it looked like he was left handed, and his left hand was disable to do anything, he probably sucked really badly in it. Yet - just judging from Louis body language - Harry could tell Louis really wanted to start painting. The bad thing was, that the needed to paint it on separate canvas, so Miss Hamlet could see the differences between their works. If Harry was about to screw it up, Louis probably wouldn't be happy with it. And from Harry's first looks on Louis, he looked like a bad kid. He would probably hate Harry for screwing up.