Stranger

A/N hi guys! i have no idea where im going with this fanfic, but im just gonna go ahead and write. hope you enjoy! dont forget to rate and comment and whatever :) love youu xx 

The rain hit the window incessantly and I wondered if it was ever going to stop. I had been watching the blue-gray streaks run down the glass for the past two hours trying to seek a spark of inspiration for resuming to study for my upcoming chemistry exam. In fact, I realized how much time I had wasted by intently examining the way the rain drops trickled down the window pane. Suddenly, a blindingly white lightning bolt lit up the sky and my whole room. And it was in that split moment that I saw a silhouette of a tall, darkly dressed stranger. The image was only there for half a second, but I could still see the young man's face clearly in front of me. He had been standing in the middle of the deserted road, wearing a long dark rain coat. His eyes were directed at the ground so I hadn't been able to see his expression. But what had hit me most were his dripping wet curls that stuck to a face so perfect it seemed surreal. The face of this stranger wouldn't leave my head, so I began sketching it. Drawing is my favorite thing in the world and I have to admit I'm not too bad at it. But now my heart starts beating faster every moment because I'm beginning to realize that I know the face I'm creating with my pencil. I know who it is, but I dont remember his name and why I know him. 

I'm still working on my sketch that has now become more of an art work when my sister walks into my room. "Ever heard of knocking?" I say, not even turning around. She giggles and comes up to me. She places a cold, thin hand on my shoulder. "Oh, hi Claire, it's so nice to see you too!" she mocks me a little but I know she's just joking. When I'm drawing I'm in my own world. "Isabella, do you recognize this person?" I point at my drawing and watch her as she scans the picture with her big, husky-like eyes. Then her pale face lights up and she places a bony finger on the boy's curls. "I know who it is! Isn't this Harry? That strange kid who used to live down the road about ten years ago? And damn he's changed. If you drew him accurately, he has become one hot guy," Isabella laughs, but then stops abruptly. "Wait a second. How do you know what he looks like now?" she asks. I explain what I saw just an hour ago and she begins frowning deeply. "Mhm! How strange...maybe he moved back? Although I doubt that. Didn't he start a music career in LA?" Isabella began asking questions, more to herself than to me. But I had already started to get flashbacks of my childhood when I was about 7 or 8. I could remember always seeing Harry sit on the wall sourrounding his house. As soon as he came home from school, he would sit there and wouldn't ever move, unless it rained or it was too cold. In that case, he would stand behind a large window on the top floor of the house and stare outside, not moving until his mother called him for dinner every day at 7pm. I always thought he was weird, but he made me really curious. And now he was back.