The Guy From The CD Shop

The Guy From The CD Shop [Larry Stylinson]

Chapter 1

"Harry, son, you have to wake up. Its late."

A femenine voice was heard as she entered into the dark room. Instantly opening the curtains and the windows. The boy stired a bit, whining, while the bed sheet was still over his head.

"Please, Harry."

The boy ignored her. His mother sighed, walked to him and kissed his forehead over the bed sheets.

It was mid-nineties. That fall the streets from England where covered by a mist of fog.

Anne was found in the kitchen, making his son some breakfeast. Harry was a special boy. Since he was a small child, he was diagnosed with a pervasive development disorder not otherwise specified. Its some kind of illness that affects the right to socialize with people. Whether hindering development with other verbal or lack the ability to interact easily with people. Everything about him was fine. He didn't have any type of cognitive problem. He wasn't intelligent or dumb. His brain worked like any other normal boy. The closest person to him was his mother, who exchanged more words with. Any kind of human contact that wasn't his mother make him feel very nervous. He had suffered a panic attack at school when he was a child, his teachers and peers were terrified and had no idea how to control him, it was not until his mother came into the school when she finally managed to calm him down. Since that day, his parents decided that he would study at home with a trusted person, without being exposed to so many people around who could suffocate him. No specialist had been able to say that Harry would stop being like this at some point of his life. But she never lost hope.

She heard Harry's footsteps coming down the stairs and turned around hiding something behind her back. The sixteen year old boy slowly walked into the kitchen wearing his striped pajamas, with his tousled curls while rubbing one eye with his hand.

"Hi, sweetheart. How did you sleep?" She asked in a sweet tone while she made the table.

Harry just shrugged, without being rude, and sat down.

"Eat, before it gets cold."

It was Thrusday. Harry had private lessons in his living room from Mondays to Thrusdays with a very nice women named Marianne. She was Harry's instructor for years, she was used to his behavior and he could trust her. On Fridays he had appointments with his psychologist. He doesn't spend that much time with her as much as with Marianne. They had not developed an affectionate bond between them, which made their conversation are little more limited. Saturday's were his days off. His mother didn't force him to do anything on Saturdays. He would sleep ultil the time he wanted and do whatever he pleased. Sundays were the least favorite days for Harry. His family gathered around his grandparents house for lunch together. His uncles, aunts and cousins would go and he would have to bear with human contact for a few endless hours.

On Thrusdays he would have math clases. He hated math. He isn't bad on math, it just wasn't to his liking, and his mother knew it perfectly. So she always did something to compensate him, either with his favorite meal or some kind of present.

"Harry," She called him softly. Harry stopped eating and looked at her. "I have something for you," but the boy, like most of the time, didn't have an expresion on his face.

She stopped hidding her hands behind her back, and showed him. She was holding with her hands a CD that Harry wanted. She held it out and he took it carefully, looking at it, admiring every little detail, like he has always did with every present his mom gave him.

"That what you wanted, right?" He nodded, still looking at the object between his hands. "Is there anything you want to tell me?"

Harry stopped admiring the CD to look her in the eyes, after what seem a few seconds, he finally managed to say a simple "Thank you" with a semi smile.