disclaimer; this chapter mentions people with special needs, not a single offence is intended and I hope you enjoy this heartwarming chapter.

harry

The lake was such a special place to me. Our town had a really lovely beautiful lake, with deep blue waters that ran over the rocky shores. Trees scattered around the woodland area, almost like your own personal forest with nothing but the air and the birds lulling you. I always sat at the bench closest to the shore, the old timber seat had many memories imbedded in it, with carvings and drawings laid out on the faded wood. I came here to escape, to refresh my mind, and to draw.

I had my journal laid out on my lap, an empty page had turned into a sketch of her eyes with nothing but grey inside. No colour today, no electricity, just raw grey colours drawing out the figure of a beautiful girl that haunted my mind.

My hands were a little dirty, the pencil marks had rubbed against the back of my hand, running up to the tips of my fingers. I wipe them against my jeans, sighing into the air as I do so.

My heart leaps from chest as a voice follows that breeze, echoing in my mind. "I've always liked when your hands are dirty from painting or drawing." I looked up to see her wonderful smile, beaming down on me with bright blue eyes that seemed to match the sky so perfectly.

She held a camera in her hands, a older type of device that she cradled gently before bringing the camera to her eye, snapping a shot of me; a monotone expression caught as stared into the lens. I laugh, an echoing sound against the lakes waters.

"Did you just take my photo?"

She grins. "I did, it's for my project."

"Another one?"

She shakes her head. "Same one, I couldn't paint anything well enough so I asked if I could do a photography file on things I find special; Mrs. Robinson was pretty thrilled with that idea."

I chuckle. "I would of helped you some more, with the painting."

Lola shrugs, taking a few small steps before placing her small frame next to me on the seat. Her hands were against the bareness of her lap, boney and pale as they rested on the smooth skin of her legs. I wanted to apologise for the other night, not sure how to as words couldn't form in my mouth.

"I love this time of day," she comments, disrupting my jumbled mind. "When clouds cluster together, the sun just begins to make its way down to set across the sky and a lovely blue colours overwhelms the town." She admires the sky, gazing at it lovingly. "It's just so pleasant to look at." Her hands come up to her face with the camera, one click and an image of the water and sky is taken. In that second of the way the world around us stood, the colours in the sky, it was now immortal in a photograph forever.

My mind ticks on as she snaps shots around her, of a bird in a tree, more of the sky and more of world around her. An idea pops into my mind, something that makes my smile grow.

"What?" She questions, lowering the camera.

"You said you want to photograph special things, right?" I ask.

"Yeah."

I let my grin grow. "I know the perfect place."

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lola

Today had been my time to reflect, having my mind so full of anxious thoughts I needed to escape. When I walked down to the lake, camera in hand and a song in my ears, I imagined I would see him sitting there drawing away. I couldn't help the smile that formed on my lips when I did see him, not at all surprised. His concentration and pink lips made me feel warm as I gazed upon him, sitting on the bench as he wiped the pencil from his hands.

It was now late afternoon, a lovely breeze in the air as the sun shined down on the town.

We stood out the front of a tall apartment building, the bricks old and worn down. It was charming, an old type of building with green vines growing up the walls and windows. Harry stood next to me, his journal in hand and his eyes shining up at the brown bricks of the building before us.

I turn to the green eyed boy. "Why are we here?" I ask.

"For special things." Harry winks. He guides me through the gate and soon we enter the lobby of the apartment building, it smelt of lavender and old soil as we began descending the staircase.

Each step creaked, a new sound emitting with our echoing footsteps. We walked three floors before Harry turned to me, gesturing for me to follow with his index finger in the air. I felt a little nervous, not sure of my surroundings.

When we stopped out the front of a door numbered 45, my heart raced. I nervously fiddled with the camera in my hands, gazing at a smiling Harry as he knocked on the door.

A voice belched out a rather annoyed 'hang on' before the door flew open, revealing a young man with ink spiralling all the way up his tanned skin. I gulped at his appearance, even Louis' friends weren't as intimidating as this guy, with his large frame and narrowed dark eyes. But all that goes away as he looks upon Harry, smiling widely before they shake hands and hug.

"H, my man! Good to see you." The man greets.

"Good to see you too." Harry welcomes.

The two pull away, both eyes fall on me and I'm left feeling incredibly nervous as the attention shifts to me. "And who is this beautiful thing?" The man asks, winking to Harry briefly.

"This is Lola, Lola this is my friend Zayn." Harry motions between Zayn and I before his golden eyes glow with a smile. He extends his hand which causes me to notice paint stained all over the large circumference, I smile as I take it in mine and shake.

"You can call me, Z." Zayn smiles. "Come in, come in."

Harry places his hand on the small of my back as we walk into the cold apartment, the large studio-type home was brightly lit as brick walls adorned beautiful artistic creations. I already had assumed "Z" was a artist friend of Harry's, but my mind was still in shock of the broad talent displayed on these walls. I mouthed a few astonished words to Harry, who chuckled in response.

"That one over there is mine." He points and my head instantly whips around to view the creation.

The painting was of a pale girl, laying in a pool of the night skies stars illuminating around her naked body. Her eyes were shut, casting shadows over the world around her, a spectrum of another galaxy full of blue and stars around this wondrous girl.

"Wow." I gasp. "Your talent never seems to stop surprising me, Harry."

Harry smiles down at me, I admired the view of his eyes as we step closer and closer. My heart raced and my mind twirled with his soul, I adored this feeling of infinity and could never seem to let go of my grip on him; especially now.

"H?" Harry's head turns. "We're ready."

Harry turns back to me, a excited smile laced his pink lips as I watched his eyes glow. I tilt my head, a questioning gaze on my features. His smile never fades, but he grips my hand tightly as he walks me to the entrance of another room.

The door was large, a sign plastered on the wooden frame detailed rules of entering and as I read over the sign, questions soon became answered. My mind goes blank, unable to comprehend the wonderful experience and world Harry had greeted upon me, I smile with tears brimming in my eyes as we enter the quiet room.

Zayn stood near us with a apron around his clothes, a lovely smile on his mouth. "Lola, Harry said you wanted to photograph some special things." I nod. "Well, these people in here are very special, and are happy to share their world and their creations with you today."

I look upon the room, canvas' spread out all over the empty spaces as many people filled them. Some were young, some were older, but all had special needs. A beautiful young girl with piercing brown eyes smiles at me, I couldn't help the tug in my chest as I returned the gesture with a tear running down my cheek.

That afternoon I experienced a unique world, a world of special people creating the art that runs through their minds in a class Zayn held every week. He explained to me that the girl with brown eyes was in fact his niece, the girl who inspired and helped Zayn achieve this whole thing. I walked around the room, gently taking photos as the people around me painted with no other thoughts in their brains but what was on the canvas in front of them. I watched as they concentrated, as they smiled, as they got frustrated, as they talked and as they shared. All captured in time on the camera I held. And as I gazed upon Harry leaning against the wall, speaking softly to the man in front of him about the art he created, I really felt like the special things in my life were simply nothing but a green eyed boy and everything he holds inside him.

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