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HARPLYN | See The World Through Your Eyes

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Summary:
Harper and Brooklyn have been friends since birth. Brooklyn is blind and Harper helps him see without his eyes and slowly falls in love with his best friend.
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Brooklyn Gibson was born on the 1st of October and his mother couldn’t have been any happier when she first got to hold her son in her weak arms. She felt so lucky to have such a beautiful baby. But her luck soon faded away when the doctors first discovered that Brooklyn happened to be blind. Claire couldn’t stop crying for a long time, her best friend Marie (let's pretend that's Harpers mums name)  had just held her in her arms and told her everything would be alright. Meanwhile was Harper her youngest son sitting on a chair in the corner of the room, watching the little boy in the bed with a small smile on his face. That was the moment when he swore to himself that he’d always look after Brooklyn. 

Fifteen years had past by, the two boys had grown up together and Harper had kept his promise to look after his friend. Brooklyns childhood wasn’t as hard as you’d expect it to be. He learned to trust his other senses, one of them being Harper. Whatever Harper was seeing, he’d describe it to Brook, tried to describe every colour, every animal and every flower. Brooklyn had never seen any of those things but he could tell that the world must be beautiful. And how beautiful his best friend must be. 

“So where exactly are we going again, Harp?” Brooklyn asked again, curiosity made his voice go way to high. Brooklyn could hear Harper’s low chuckle and felt Harper’s hand squeezing his own a little bit. “Stop being so noisy, I want to show you something,” he explained for what it felt like the 20th time. Harper could hear the small blonde boy grumbling under his breath and he couldn’t stop himself from reaching his hand out to run his fingers through brook’s hair. But Brooklyn caught his hand before it could even touch his hair and slapped it away. Another laugh escaped his lips; Brooklyn knew every single one of Harper's habits. One of them was not being able to stop touching Brooklyns fluffy hair. Brooklyn knew how much Harper loved his hair, he had told him plenty times. What the boy didn’t know was that his hair wasn’t the only thing Harper loved about him. Harper let his gaze travel over his best friends face. From Brook’s messy blonde hair to his perfect nose, his soft-looking lips and to his gorgeous eyes which would never be able to look at Harper’s blue ones. Never be able to see Harper in the way he saw Brook. These eyes, that’ll never see how beautiful their owner was. Before the sadness could overtake him again he shook his head, escaping his trance and arriving back in reality. They were still walking through the forest, trees surrounding them completely. The ray of sunlight was getting brighter and the forest lifted. They arrived at a sun floated clearing.
“We’re here,” Harper whispered, not wanting to ruin the tranquillity. Brooklyn stayed quiet, listening to the sounds of his surrounding attentively. “Birds,” Brook mumbled a smile spreading across his lips “Is there a river?” “A waterfall,” Harper answered watching Brooklyn as his smile grew bigger and bigger.

“Can we go a bit closer?” He asked grabbing Harper’s hand again. He hadn’t even realised that he had let go of it. Harper led Brooklyb to the river-bank near the waterfall. “The river isn’t deep, wanna go in?” Harper asked already pulling of his shoes and socks. “I’d love to,” Brooklyn answered starting to clumsily undress himself and almost losing his balance. “Wait let me help, you stumblebum!” Harper guided Brook to sit on the grass while he pulled his shirt over his head. It wasn’t the first time he’d helped Brooklyn undress or get dressed. Clumsiness and being vision impaired is never a good combination. 

They stripped until they were both just in their shorts. Brooklyn got up to his feet again reaching out for Harper’s hand and slowly following him down to the water. His feet dipped into the cold water. He could feel the tingling in his heart and soul, making him smile and letting go of Harper’s hand. “Do you like this place Brooky?” Harper asked looking at his friends glowing face, watching him nod enthused. “Good,” murmured Harper. It was quiet for a second and Brooklyn started to wonder if Harper had left. But out of nowhere a splash of water hit him and a not-so-manly scream escaped his mouth. That was the start of a long water fight ending with both of them lying on the grass completely soaked.