Swirls of Colors ~ A Larry Stylinson Story

Chapter 2

He left his studio in only a thin jacket lazily thrown on his shoulders, frankly that was all that was needed. On this side of California it hardly gets too cold, one of the biggest reasons to why he loved the state as much as he did, he moved to the USA, coldness had never been his piece of cake. Therefor leaving Britain was one of his best things to do. Ever.

The new state was big and exciting in his eyes and according to him; A whole lot closer to his dream.

Walking along the streets, crowded with eager tourists heading towards the beach in only swimming gear even though most Californians were in jackets, he took in his surroundings, the people, nature, colors.

-Harry loved colors, besides, for him inspiration was the key to his creations.

Entering the local organic boutique he smiled a genuine smile towards the chinese cashier as he headed towards the drink section.

He knew her since he first moved in, and together they could talk tea flavors and cultures for hours.

The shop was small, quite a simple design really; But everything was 100% vegetarian, organic and made with fresh ingredients. Harry had been a vegetarian for four years now, so noticing the small boutique by his block had really helped him out.

Finally nearing his aim, he gazed on the different packages.

...Green tea with pineapple, green tea with blueberry, green tea with lemon...

-Frankly, these were just a couple of the many delicious teas the shop offered. Usually they'd bring in a new flavor weekly, something Harry somehow had grown very found of.

Noticing the to him unknown flavor, he got three of the yellow packages. Since, well; Harry drinks a lot of tea. And that to say the least.

Almost an unhealthy amount, but the warm soothing beverage always seemed to be something Harry craved, even though it was boiling outside.

Eyeing one of the packages one last time he noticed that to his satisfaction it was flavored with mango and cranberry, a flavor Harry was sure he was going to grow an unhealthy addiction towards.

Walking towards the selection of asian foods, he noticed someone standing next to the many packages of noodles and other delicious, authentic Asian foods.

He was looking rather lost, eyeing the different types of noodles in pure frustration. It looked as if he was searching for something, and by this stage; He looked quite annoyed.

Harry took in the strangers looks, like he always did. Noticing someone staring at you may not be the most pleasant thing in the world, but usually he'd have his gaze hidden behind a pair of dark ray-bans, after all people were inspiration too, just like trees or pastel colors.

The guy, that for Harry seemed older than his own 18 years, was wearing a thin, knitted sweater with a pair of dark blue chinos and white converse on his feet, the outfit only showing some of his tan skin by his hands and thankfully; His face.

He had gorgeous eyes, of that Harry was sure. Blue eyes with a shade of grey and green in them, as if mixed to the perfect shade to achieve that warm yet somehow frosty color.

Pink lips, slightly thinner than his own and almost feminine features, not that Harry thought bad of them, not even the slightest.

Despise the gorgeous features on what seemed to be an older boy, there was a deep frown on his face.

Not wanting to seem all to 'stalkish' just by standing there, Harry chose a package of rise noodles, a can of coconut milk and a bundle of spices, not once removing his gaze on the boy beside him.

"Hey, can you help me, please?"

A confident, high pitched voice said, and from its location Harry knew exactly the source of the sweet voice. He was looking at Harry kindly and even though his voice sounded sweet and innocent, it was lingered with impatience.

"Err, yes. Of course."

Harry said with a smile, removing his glasses with a swift movement as he took in he boys looks once again, everything getting much brighter and colors clearer as he did so.

"My girlfriend wanted to cook for me tonight, she wanted Asian when I was perfectly fine with... Normal food, so now I have to search for every bloody ingredient."

He said with a deep sigh and smile on his lips. Harry stayed silent for a second, not knowing what to say with that. Frankly, this guy hadn't told him anything concrete of what he actually needed, despise that it was something Asian.

Thankfully, he continued talking.

"So, he wanted coconut milk, lemon grass and some... Tofoo?"

He said the latter ingredient pronouncing it wrong, Harry didn't mind. He didn't mind the slightest that getting his groceries had already taken him 15 minutes more than usual. He didn't care at all.

"Yeah, here we have lemon grass."

Harry said, grabbing a bag of the green goodness, moving on towards the tofu.

"And here is tofu."

He said, pronouncing it the right way, putting both the lemongrass and tofu in the small trolly beside him. The stranger watched him with a thankful smile, trying to remember the names and places in case his girlfriend ever would want to recreate the dishes and make him go trough the trouble; Again.

"Now, it seems like the coconut milk is out of stock..."

Harry said, a frown on his face as he searched trough the variety of cans. Then, he noticed his own can of organic, deliciously fresh coconut milk.

"You can have mine though."

He said with smile, placing the can in the boys trolly, before he got the chance to say no. Making his way towards the cashier when stopped by a voice behind him.

"Thank you!"

The stranger yelled with a bright genuine smile, thankful and obviously relieved.

"It was nothing."

Harry answered with a smile just as bright, before turning his gaze towards the cashier and paying for his food.