||Let me|| Zarry

Meeting him

Harry-

I was in the garden helping my mother plant her apple seeds. It was very relaxing kind of took me away from the world.

My mother tapped me on my shoulder to get my attention.

'Yes' I signed

'The neighbor haves a son a few years older than you maybe you should go say hi' she signed smiling. I frowned at her. I dont wanna meet anybody no one wants to talk to the deaf kid.

'No im fine' I sign.

'Harry go introduce yourself i talked to them yesterday they said there son knows a little sign.'

I lit up a little at her words. Thats new. People around here dont really know sign language or even care to try and communicate with me. Everyone is so rude and mean towards the deaf community.

I got called retarted a lot for not hearing they act like I can't read there lips.

Even my best-friend well ex best-friend louis turned his back against me. Called me names and even called me gay deaf boy. I came out to him.

He hated me as soon as i signed it to him. I break out my thoughts to see my mom standing in front of my view blocking the sun from hitting my face.

'Please harry' she signed

I nod my head getting up walking towards the neighbors house shaking lightly. I cant believe I'm doing this.

I rang the doorbell always wondering how it sounded my doorbell at home when someone hits it a light flashes in our house to let me know someone is here. Helps a lot.

I look at the door seeing the knob turning to see the boy I seen a couple days ago shirtless with sweatpants on. I blush looking down waving my hand.

He put his hand down so i can see it telling me to look up. I looked at him noticing his eyes they were the most beautifulest eyes i have ever seen hazel always loved the unique color with his perfect cheek bones and eyelashes. Beautiful pink lips so plump.

"Hey" he says I read his lips. I sign to him I'm deaf.

"Oh yeah" he says lifting his hands up ready to sign.

'Me name zayn. Whats you name' he signed.

I smiles knowing he knows that the deaf culture language is different from hearing language.

'Me name harry. Nice meeting you' i signed smiling at him.

'Nice name very sophisticated' I gave him most likely a silent laugh smiling.

'Thanks yours to its beautiful' i sign.

He smiles at me saying thank you signing to come in. I walked in seeing empty boxes scattered around.

Why did he invite me in??
Why isn't he calling me names??

This isn't right.

I tap zayn shoulder shaking my head feeling my head get dizzy and tears threaten to escape my eyes.

'Me go home' i sign quickly running out his house running into mine going to my room slamming the door falling on my bed with big fat tears sliding down my face.

I will never be normal.

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Poor harry💔

I know a little sign language and there language is very different from ours how we say.

"Im about to go home"

They say

"Me go home"

Or

"I would love to see your home"

They say

'Me love see you home'

Its really an amazing culture that i get and got to learn. I have deaf cousin and some of the conflict in here will be stuff she went through as a kid its not easy being a deaf kid☹️💔

Treat people with kindness no matter what they are who they are what they look like act like were all human remember that❤️😌