We'll Be All Right (Narry)

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HARRY POV (oooo what a change)

I heard not a thing in my silent world; not the sweet choir of the birds nor the swish of the wind blowing the grass; not the bubbling brook, nor the swaying trees.

I would sometimes image what it would be like to hear people when they talked. Their voices might be deep like the ocean or high like the tops of the juniper trees, they might be empty or cracked with emotion, they might be raspy or shrill. I imagined Niall's was deep and crisp, almost like dark chocolate. But I could be totally wrong.

I longed to hear. I wanted to know what it sounded like when someone laughed, or when someone cried. I wanted to hear the soft lilting harmonies of music, and the rumbling roar of the ocean. I wanted to listen to the tick of the clock and the click of typewriter keys. I wanted to hear the wind when it brushed its invisible fingers along my skin, and the little brook as it laughed and giggled its way to feed the green grass. But instead I am locked inside my quiet world; separated from the delight of creation.

It is very hard to express myself, I can make noises, and I know how to talk, it's just, most of the time when I do, I yell; that's what my mum told me. But, I can't hear or control my volume. And, reading lips is really hard, I have been expected by many of people through my years on how to know what they're saying when they aren't using signs. I just can't, people all talk in different ways, some way too fast, some way too slow, that making out what their saying is impossible, and most of the time I get a sentence that makes no sense.

Which is why I am confused, and a bit pissed; as I watch Niall talk on the phone. I study how his lips move in a fast rate, and as he says who knows what to the other person on the line. It was so quiet; and I needed him to sign something to me. Staying stuck with my thoughts is boring.

He hangs up finally, after what felt like hours. He is worse than my mum.

"Sorry," He indicated, "I'm taking you out."

"Where?" I signed.

"A p-i-c-n-i-c." He had a small smile on his face, which made me give one in return. I've only ever gone on a picnic once, when I was 4, with both my parents and Gemma.

"I'll have to text my mum."

"Don't worry I just called her, she said it's fine. Come on." He tugged on my arm, indicating for me to follow him. We exited the school building, and went to the corner store that was near the store. "Stay here as I grab things. Do not walk off." I humphed and crossed my arms as he went and grabbed food for both of us; then he went up to the register and paid for it all.

He walked back to me and took my hand, "Was it that bad?"

"Yes."

I could feel him chuckle, I know that sounds weird, 'How can you feel someone laugh?', but it's just the vibrations; I can feel them in my body. Now I'm just sounding weirder, okay, whatever.

We strolled over to the park, hand in hand. I wonder if he knows he actually doesn't need to hold my hand? I mean, it's a bit helpful in crowded places, as I don't want to loose him. But I'm deaf, not blind. I can see where he's walking.

I will admit, I do like to hold his hand. Which is why I haven't pointed that out.

We got to the park, finding a nice picnic table near the lake. He set the food out for us; then we both sat down. "Harry?" Niall fingerspelled.

"Yes, Niall?"

"I have a question." I looked at him, and then nodded for him to ask, "Will you be my boyfriend?"

Holy fucking shit.

That's a lot, I could feel my heart pounding hard against my rib cage; suddenly I felt heat rush to my cheeks as I thought. I really do like Niall, if more than that. But, I've never thought he would like me back. Am I dreaming?

I never in a million years actually thought any boy, would ask me out. I've always imagined never finding love and dying surrounded by a million cats, which honestly; is somewhat a dream life.

"Harry." Niall fingerspelled again, "You're drooling."

I wiped my mouth, fuck. I always do that when I get lost in thought. "Sorry."

"Don't worry about it, what is your answer?"

"Yes. I will be your boyfriend." I probably signed that way too fast, but I hope he understood.

Then we both started leaning in, like a magnet was pulling us. Wait, am I about to have my first kiss on the same day I got my first boyfriend. I want to scream.

Our lips touched, and melted into each other. I felt like I was walking on air. It was magic, the way his lips connected with mine. His mouth was so warm, the caress of his lips softer than I could have imagined; almost sweet. Exactly like dark chocolate.