Life is Rosy

Chapter 3

CHAPTER THREE - HELP SOMEONE
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A healer is someone who seeks to be the light that she wishes she had in her darkest moments.
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The withered leaves crunched under my feet as I walked around the community park in my old pair of banged up sneakers. I turned my phone over in my hands and looked up to the sky, the rays of sunshine flashed through the spaces in the clouds as I sighed, clutching to the bag of bread crumbs in my left hand.

I walked over to the duck pond, pondering over the things I sought to do today. Today was going to be a busy day if I wanted to be useful.

“Here you go.” I mumbled to the calm animals in the lake. Believe it or not, I like the environment. I remember when I was in high school, it was a lot worst; I was a total tree hugger.

I smile to myself as I feed the ducks and the birds flying to stop beside me, pecking at the crumbs on the floor eagerly. Giggles bubble up as I realize I feel like a total Disney princess right now.

A shadow loomed over me and I froze in my place, the giggles subsiding.

“Morning.” A hearty voice greeted me. I glanced up at him and squinted, the sun was right behind him and it formed a makeshift light halo around his head.

I straightened up, “Harry.” I mumbled; my voice straight and my face emotionless. Determined one, isn’t he?

He smiled at me, dimples and all. I looked to my shoes to avoid him noticing the smile that had graced my features. Him and his damned infectious grin.

I turned away from him and walked, pushing a lock of hair out of my eyes. His footsteps followed me as I walked aimlessly, wanting to shake him off.

“Are you going somewhere?” He finally asks, catching up to me. I glance at him and – just for a second – get lost in his sea green eyes.

With a nod I reply, “I'm gonna help someone today,” I shrug at him and explain, “Do some good deeds, Make sure I don’t end up in hell, etc.”

“I’ll go with you then,” He informs me, a small smile on his face, “You seem pretty good at that, doing good deeds and making sure you don’t end up in hell.”

I raise my eyebrow as he gestures to the lake, “It’s a career, really,” I reply jokingly.

He smiles and I frown as I remember the reason I'm here in the first place. Some people don’t deserve what they get. Some countries don’t deserve the devastation thrashed upon them.

It’s sad to think that while I'm here, talking to some rich boy band guy – this other girl out there is dying of starvation.

“What’s with the frown?” Harry asked, moving closer to me, his eyebrows furrowed as if he genuinely cared for my happiness.

A small bird flutters to the ground beside me, staring up at me with its beady eyes. I pulled on my beanie nervously as a thought popped into my mind.

I glanced wearily at Harry and smiled, “How much cash do you have on you, Styles?”

He answers me without missing a beat, completely trusting as he doesn’t question my intentions. I hold his hand and drag him with me, jogging over to the nearest grocery store.

We entered the store only to be greeted by the luxurious breeze of air condition and the smell of food. I smiled at him excitedly and he grabbed a cart from the side.

I put my hand on his shoulder to stop him. I climbed into the trolley thingy, my laughter filling the silence of the emptiness of the store in the morning.

“Now push to the can good aisle. Hurry, boy.” I exclaim, pointing in that direction. For some weird reason, I liked being me in front of Harry. We were total strangers but I liked him. Not like like, just plain old like.

He strolled down the aisle slowly and patiently as I grabbed and chose canned goods and shoved them into the cart with me. This was going to be good. I could probably feed like, a third of a third world country with this. Wait. That’s what I'm planning to do.

He ruffled my hair and I gasped as I noticed my beanie was now on him, an impish grin on his lips. I leaned ‘comfortably’ into the cart as I stuck my tongue out at him.

He purchased the items and we raced each other back to the park, two of us holding two bags full of relief goods each.

I laughed and he laughed along with me, our laughter blending together loudly, making the animals near us scurry away – probably in annoyance.

“Maybe you aren’t so bad.” I said aloud though I was mostly talking to myself. Harry didn’t seem like the kind of guy who would hurt me, physically or mentally and plus we we’re just friends. Who would this hurt?

These guys werent so bad. I mean. I've talked to Niall like thrice but he seems pretty cool and Harry doesnt seem to be endangering my life or whatever. My parents are probably just over reacting.

I looked up at Harry and smiled once more as his eyebrows furrowed and his mouth dropped open, comprehending what I had just admitted. I had only known him for a few weeks but we never actually talked.

So this was somewhat refreshing and new. I liked change – I think. I read a book about it for my fourth year of high school. Change is important.

We walked, our shoulders brushing against each other, to the donations booth, dropping the four bags of supplies onto the counter.

The lady behind it grinned and thanked us greatly. Her eyes crinkled with laugh lines and her eyes gleamed brightly.

“It’s so nice to see young people caring about the world. That recent typhoon really hit that country hard, damaged a lot of things, and broke up a lot of families.” She said in an unhappy voice.

I nodded and glanced at Harry, he was looking at me with an expression on his face I couldn’t quite place, and he then beamed at me with his eyes bright with that expression I couldn’t place.

“What we just donated, it’s going to the Philippines, isn’t it?” He asked as he comfortingly snuggled the beanie back onto my head of chocolate brown hair.

I nodded and he smiled, putting his arm around my shoulder muttering, “We might have just saved a few lives, yeah?”

“Yeah, we might have.”

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Let’s help the Philippines!

  I apologize for the random filler chapter but this is dedicated to my fellow Filipinos suffering in Visayas. I really felt like I needed to help in some way. So I wrote a chapter. Please donate what you can and help my country. I really just want to spread awareness.

I'll post a link to where you can make donations in the comments. :)