I sat on the cold, marble windowsill, my palms pressed against the glass. I could feel the coolness from outside seeping through. The birds sang the song that I had become so familiar with, but this time it brought forth a memory from the day before. I couldn't stop thinking about my encounter with the mysterious Harry. Questions about the encounter raced through my mind. Why had he left so quickly? Where did he disappear to? When I heard Harry's ,now familiar, footsteps echo down the hall I was, in a way, excited. He hummed the tune of a song which sounded familiar, but I could not place. I turned to face the window, pretending to not notice him.
"Listening to the birds again?"
Harry called out, walking up to the window.
"Yes. Creeping up on girls again?"
I retorted, swinging my legs down off the windowsill, so I was facing his direction.
"Of course."
He chuckled, standing directly in front of me.
"Wonderful."
I scoffed, pushing my glasses up from the tip of my nose.
"So, you sit on this windowsill every morning."
He questioned, sitting down next to me. His leg brushed mine,causing me to shift in the other direction, leaving a uncomfortably small gap between us.
"Observant aren't you?"
I smiled sarcastically. I could feel Harry's gaze as we sat in silence.
"Why don't you just go outside?"
He asked, taking me by surprise. I never went outside alone, let alone when everyone else was asleep. I thought of everything outside the window as untouchable. I knew I would just become frustrated with trying to picture the birds who sang the pleasant songs or the flowers' whose scent was so calming.
"I..I don't really know."
I stuttered, not knowing what to say. I knew he wouldn't understand my reasoning. He had his sight, which meant he could not even begin to understand me.
"Come on, let's go."
Harry chided, grabbing my arm and leading me through the hall. He released his grasp as we neared the front door, although his finger prints lingered on my skin for what seemed like ages.
"I'm still in my pajamas."
I complained, walking barefoot through the damp grass, following closely behind Harry.
"Nobody is going to see you, calm down."
He called out, as he led the way to our unknown destination. I could smell the flowers and other various plants more than ever. I could feel the sun slowly warming my shoulders, my feet soon covered with blades of grass. We stopped in front of what I soon discovered was a bench, sitting in silence.
"Here."
He reached over, placing a flower in the palm of my hand. I traced the petals with my finger, they reminded me of silk. I counted the number of small round petals, moving it closer to my face so i could breathe in the fragrance.
"What does it look like?"
I asked, catching myself by surprise. Harry made a puzzled noise, but within moments he spoke.
"It's deep red, like..um.."
Harry stuttered.
"Like anger that fills you up from the tips of your toes to the top of your head. Or the warmth from a fire on a cold day in December."
He explained, painting a picture in my mind. I sat with my eyes shut, imagining everything I could painted red. My mother had explained things to me in the same way Harry did, but all of my memories of her had faded. Hearing him describe something this way brought back memories of her.
"I'm sorry, I'm not very good with words."
He mumbled, shifting uncomfortably on the bench.
"That was perfect, Harry."
I smiled. I have to admit, it felt strange being genuine with him. There were only so many sarcastic comments I could come up with.
"Thank you, Noah"
He said, mimicking the way I said 'Harry' when he said "Noah".
"Stop making my name sound so weird."
I whined, tucking the red flower behind my ear.
"I'm doing no such thing."
He gasped, trying to act offended.
"You're a volunteer,shouldn't you be calling me Ms.Noah or something."
I joked, readjusting my glasses.
"Nah, that's too professional for me. Anyways I think it would be your last name. What is that by the way?"
He questioned, taking me off guard. I never liked my last name, I found it silly.
"I see. Tell me yours and I'll tell you mine."
I retorted.
"Styles."
He stated
"Honey."
I mumbled, running my feet through the warm grass.
"Well, I think we better head in, Ms.Honey."
Harry stood, lending me a hand to stand.
"After you, Mr.Styles."
I gestured, following him back into the house.
***
"It's not a secret that I'm just a reject"
Alix's music blared through her speakers. She and I had similar music taste, which was great, but she always had her music much too loud for my taste.
"I'm already blind, I don't want to be deaf too."
I yelled over the music, heading towards the speaker to turn it down.
"If this was a test, then I'm probably fail-"
Alix sang along, stopping when she realized the volume had decreased.
"What'd you do that for, No?"
She asked, pausing the song completely.
"It's way too loud, I don't know how you can even think."
I yawned, throwing myself down on my bed.
"I can't, that's the point."
She stated unpausing the song. I let her go, listening to the song along with her. I had to admit, it was pretty good. By the end of the song I was singing along as well.
"I'm just a reject"
