outcasts. | harry styles au

twenty three.

harry and lennon didn't really know what to do to pass time waiting for pizza, so harry suggested they go up to the attic. he had to get something out of there anyways, lennon followed harry upstairs to the end of the hallway where there was a door. lennon really never noticed the door because it was at the end of the hallway and she only ever went in harry's room when she was upstairs, or to use his bathroom.

they passed two doors on the way to the attic door lennon realizing she never been in them. her curiosity reaching a high point on what may be in them. harry twisted the brass doorknob opening the door it creaking loudly.  little light  of the setting sun streamed in through a  small four pane window above a small set of stairs.

harry turned around and flashed a smile to lennon before grabbing her hand and lead her up the stairs that creaked. when they reached the top set lennon saw how big the attic actually was and how it was like a whole other floor. 

there was three giant windows on each side of the walls the windows parallel to one another. the side to the left exposed the back yard. you could see the garden, the little shed, the garage, even the patio. on the right side wall the windows exposed the front yard. the driveway and road in view.  lennon was amazed that the windows were literally as tall as her or taller.

the roof of the attic was triangle shaped, the walls straight until the tops of the windows then slanted to make a triangle. the wooden floors were beautiful, real wood it seemed like although most of it was covered. 

not to mention that it was filled with old stuff including furniture and odd and end things. 

everything covered in at least a layer thick of dust. harry flicked a switch on the wall because it was dim in the room turning on the three fixtures that hung from the ceiling giving. lennon looked in awe at how cool the attic really was.

it was honestly huge, the light fixtures were made out of metal in a circular shape with the light streaming from the bottom of it illuminating all the treasures the attic held. lennon could feel harry watching her take in the attic her cheeks flushing a pink as she turned to him caught in the act.

"staring is rude." she told him. harry cheeks were now flushed pink as he was caught. 

"yeah, yeah." he muttered looking away as lennon let out a laugh. all the times he caught her she now caught him.  her eyes scanned the room the lights making it more easier to see all the stuff, their were picture frames boxes a dresser?

"go ahead, you can look around." harry said to her.

lennon smiled a big smile because she wanted to see everything in there, sometimes she was too curious for her own good.

she looked at a couple of boxes in front of her kneeling down with harry suddenly beside her they opened the box, dust particles flying everywhere. lennon peered into the box seeing stacks of picture frames, all different sizes and colors. lennon pulled the one on top out, it was a simple frame, black maybe plastic holding a black and white photo inside of the garden. 

the garden in the photo was beautiful bursting with life, and lennon could barely make out a woman who was kneeling looking like she was gardening. on the edge of the picture someone wrote in messy hand writing; belle in her garden 1939

"holy s.hit." harry exclaimed taking the frame out of her hands looking at the photo more closely. lennon nodded in agreement with harry's words. that was over seventy years ago when the picture was taken of the same garden that she was attempting to bring back to life.  it was crazy. 

lennon grabbed another frame from the box this one made out of a dark wood with intricate carvings of trees. lennon ran her fingers across it awed at the fact how beautiful the frame looked and all the work and detail put into it. the picture inside of the frame was of a man who looked like he was in his twenties in a garage, harry's garage, working on a really old car the hood up with a wrench in his hand.