Alternate Paths (Harry Styles Fan Fiction)

Chapter 8 - Harry

I wasn't quite sure where I was taking Reece, but I wanted to take her somewhere. It seemed she didn't remember her freak out which I supposed was for the best. Bringing it up could just cause a hysterical reaction, and if she did remember, I respected that she probably wouldn't want to speak of it. I had secrets I didn’t just blurt to a stranger I had known for about forty eight hours and I figured she felt somewhat the same. The only problem was that I couldn't know how to prevent it; it scared me a bit that I might not be able to help if another attack was to occur. I'm not even sure what caused the first.

We ended up in the office again and an idea popped into my head. Paper. I'd find paper and two pens and we could play some sort of game.

"Do you get kicks ransacking other's belongings?" Reece pondered as I opened draws in search of the stationery.

"No, I just need to find something. A-ha!" I held up the wad of paper in triumph, grinning from ear to ear.

Instead of raising an eyebrow like I was worried Reece would do, she beamed also. It was somewhat amazing how her face lit up just by showing her the thin white sheets.

"Do you get kicks looking at paper?" I teased, smirking as her expression changed from pure joy to a deadpan.

"No. I like to draw, s'all."

"You like to draw?"

She nodded and started to blush, seemingly embarrassed now that she had told me. "Always have, always will."

"Draw me then," I insisted.

Alarmed, Reece blurted, "What? No!" I cocked an eyebrow, inviting her to elaborate. "Well, you see, ah... I can't draw when people are watching me. Like, if I'm in class it doesn't matter, because people only tend to look at my finished work. But if I'm drawing someone then they always want to watch and I don't like it."

"How about we draw blindfolded?" I suggested. I had played the game with Zayn once and obviously he won, since he was the talented one in that area.

Reece seemed to be fine with that so I continued to search for something we could use to cover our eyes. Coming up short, I suggested that we use our socks, and after a weird glance from the girl, she complied. Before blinding ourselves, we placed our tools in front of us on the floor and with an extra sheet of paper, we tore it into strips. We both wrote ten things - not showing each other - and clumped them in a shambolic pile.

Grinning, I raised my blindfold, replacing Reece's pale face illuminated by moonlight with a blanket of darkness.

"You choose the first subject," I offered, awaiting her voice.

After a few seconds she answered, "A bicycle."

"Oh come on! I can't even draw that without a blindfold!" Reece just giggled - not in an annoyingly childish way, but one which was breathy yet bright and cheerful. 

"How long do we have?"

"Erm," I paused, unsure. "As long as we like? But if it's going for too long then we'll just stop, I suppose."

I placed my pencil on the paper, running my hands around the edges to get some sort of baring. Deciding to start off with the wheels and go on from there, I dragged the pencil around messily. Then a seat, and peddles, and a handlebar - I think I had drawn everything, though it was hard since I couldn't exactly tell where I had last jotted a line. Reece announced that she was done and so, gingerly, we lifted up our blindfolds to see how badly we had done.

I was surprised actually. You could tell that all the pieces of the bike were there, but my wheels had been spread too far apart, my seat and handlebar had overlapped and the peddles were too high up the bicycle to be realistic. It looked bloody ridiculous, but it was ok. Reece managed to draw it very well, save for the few parts which were a bit out of proportion.