Harry is sitting on top of a lavish meadow, in a secluded area in the park. He loves this spot so much. It's like his own little hideout that only he knows about. It's so peaceful with butterflies fluttering around in the brisk air. Birds chirping to their natural tune. Gorgeous flowers all around and Harry is always in awe. It's his own little nirvana.
He begins to pick out the prettiest flowers he sees around him to make a new flower crown. He decides on these blue flowers that remind him of Louis' eyes.
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Oh how Harry loves Louis' eyes so so much. They're so beautiful and if he could, he would stare into them until he got lost in sea. He wouldn't mind drowning if it meant swimming for a while in the pools of Louis' eyes.
He starts braiding the flowers together gently, trying not to rip the fragile stems. Humming to a song he heard the other day. He doesn't care that the 'norm' for flower crowns is only meant for girls. Who says that flowers are only meant for girls? They're born into this world for everyone to enjoy and bring a sense of beauty.
Flower crowns make him feel happy and pretty. Something that he believes everyone should feel about themselves, no matter what gender. That's why he makes a new one as soon as his current one starts to wilt.
Sometimes Harry thinks about making Louis one. Even though he pushes Harry away at any chance he gets, Harry senses something off about Louis. He's not sure exactly what it is but he believes Louis isn't as happy as he should be.
And that makes Harry sad.
He could be wrong though since he doesn't know Louis on a personal level. He barely knows him, period. Only small interactions which results into Harry being ignored. But that doesn't stop him from trying.
Louis is a secret meadow that Harry wants to discover and lay in.
Harry sighs in content when he finishes his masterpiece and softly places it on top of his curls. He's hoping that Louis likes it on him.
Harry lays on the grass for a while, just thinking. Not to be cliché or anything but he's thinking about life itself. Like he's wondering how long he actually has to be alive. Sometimes topics like these come up in your mind and you can't help but to think about it. Even when it's difficult to grasp about the idea of death.
He doesn't like thinking like this though. He hates it. It's unfortunate that this usally happens when he's alone with his thoughts. He hates thinking negatively because there's too much wrong when there should be right and he wants to be free. If that makes sense.
Sometimes he doesn't understand himself.
Harry sighs and finally gets up. He walks out of the meadow and back into the public park. There are many trees all around that gives the perfect amount of shade for kids to play under. The trees also hide the meadow perfectly and away from plain sight. Harry was lucky enough to literally stumble upon it as a kid.
He walks through the park seeing kids running around and playing with their parents. He smiles at the sight and continues his way out the park. He walks by all the little shops in town, greeting everybody and anybody.
Harry loves meeting new people and making new friends. He wants everyone to like him because why not? He can't have someone hate him because it doesn't feel right. No one should ever hate someone if you don't try to get to know them.
That's why he's so determined to get Louis to like him.
"Hello Mary, beautiful dress you're wearing today." Harry greets with a smile.
