It had been about two months later now and Zayn and Harry were in the car headed up the mountain. Harry had been talking about the mountain in one of his story books all week long, so Zayn decided he'd show him a mountain view in person.

As far as Zayn could see, Harry was still content here. There were a few times when he mentioned his mummy and Nana but he never once said he missed them. It was only to tell Zayn that they used to do a certain task that he would be doing for Harry at the time. For some reason, he didn't think he missed them at all. But he also didn't think he could ever have the heart to keep him away from his mother and grandmother forever. Maybe he'd give it another month or so and then ask Harry if he wanted to see them again.

Harry still liked building the forts with Zayn but the more he went out, the less inside activities he worried about doing. At first, Zayn was afraid to leave Harry at home alone while he went to work, thinking he might go outside, wander and get himself hurt. But he never left home when he was gone and he didn't even open the door for strangers.

That's when Zayn realized that when he living with his mother, he only did those things because he was just eager to see new things and talk to new people in any way he could. But when he was with Zayn, he knew there would be more than just the walls of his apartment. He knew Zayn would help him make friends. So he stayed safe in the house and waited for him.

Zayn loved Harry so much. In fact, there was one time, a week ago, when Zayn tried to make love to him. He was very careful and went slow but Harry still stopped 3/4 of the way through and started to cry. So Zayn ended there right away.

"Did I hurt you?" Zayn had asked and he even cried too.

Harry shamefully covered his eyes. "No."

And it didn't hurt. Something about it was really good. But the thing about it was that Harry didn't know how to explain what that something was. It was such a foreign feeling that had come over him in that moment and whatever it was that had gone through him, it scared him more than excited him.

Nevertheless, Zayn moved on from it and continued to love him all the same.

"We're here." Zayn said and he pulled over to the side of the road on the grass. They both got out of the car and looked across the way over to all the other mountains around them. "What do you think about it Harry? How do you like it?"

"Pretty." Harry said. "I like it."

"Me too."

"Cows!" Harry pointed out as he looked down toward the valley. "Brown cows. Not like the... The other cows in my- in my books. The white and black ones."

Zayn smiled. "Yep. Those are different cows."

"And that's a bull... Cause it's got- of its horns."

Zayn looked over to the other direction in which Harry was pointing and saw the black bull. "He's huge, isn't he?"

"Really big."

Zayn just grinned happily as they sat down in the grass next to each other. He was so proud of him. All the times that he had taught Harry things had stuck with him. In the beginning, he didn't understand why they tried to keep Harry from learning how to read, write a few things and other tasks he could do despite his mental disabilities. But he figured it out the day they left when Harry's grandmother said that he was incompetent.

That wasn't completely true. Harry wasn't incompetent in all things. There were so many things he could know, do and learn to do. But somebody just had to be patient with him and be willing to teach him. And he could see that they were only interested in hiding him from the world. He didn't know why but he kept getting the idea that they were actually embarrassed by him. His own mother and grandmother were ashamed of him and were willing to hide him away from the public because of it. What an awful thing to do.

The more time passed, the less Harry reminded him of an eight year old. It was like the boy was growing up before his eyes. Of course he still read to him most nights and played with him in the middle of the floor sometimes but it was just different. And he could see the little changes in Harry.

"Zayn."

"Hm?" He crossed his legs and looked at Harry.

"I um... I want to try again."

Zayn tilted his head in confusion. "Try what again?"

"That we did. I- I promise I won't... I won't cry."

Zayn still didn't understand. "I'm confused. What are you talking about, Harry?"

"I won't cry." He said again and he shook his head. "And you didn't hurt me. It didn't hurt... I was um- I was- I was scared. I never did that."

When harry mentioned the fact that Zayn didn't hurt him, Zayn knew exactly what he was talking about and he froze. As much as he'd like to quickly make up that harsh experience of the night he took Harry's virginity, Harry clearly didn't really understand what he was asking for. If he was scared last time, the end result of love making would probably just surprise him even more. "Harry."

"Huh?"

"If we tried again, I think it would be best if we waited a little bit longer to do it. I don't wanna run and do it too soon and I think it's best for both of us that way, okay?"

Harry nodded. "Okay."

Zayn pulled Harry over to him and kissed his cheek and temple. "We're going to make my mum's amazing brownie recipe when we get home. I'll even let you lick the spoon."

"Chocolate. I like chocolate."

"Me too. We'll do that later."

"I want to touch those." Harry suddenly said.

Zayn laughed when he saw the direction he had nodded in. "You want to touch the cows?"

"Yeah. And that bull."

"Well, I'm sorry. You can't touch them. But maybe I'll take you to a petting zoo one day so you can pet some other cows. How does that sound?"

"Okay."

The weather was so beautiful and Harry got to see this mountain when everything had not too long come out and was green and full. Zayn had never been here before either. He wondered if it looked like this during all the warm months and not just April when it was Spring. But just in case it wasn't, he wanted to enjoy this to the full now. So he put his arm around Harry while Harry silently plucked at the grass in front of them.

The day Zayn saw Harry being pushed in the head by that group of boys and came to his rescue, this was the last thing he saw in his future. He didn't expect to be here today or do any of this. But if there was one thing he could say, he didn't regret it. He would have never found such a beautiful boy had he not. And he would have never found the light and love of his life if he had ignored them and kept on walking.

Harry was special. And no, not what the world's meaning of special would be when they took one look at him. But he was truly special in every extraordinary way and Zayn loved him just as the eighteen year old man he was. He would never change a single thing about him.

"I love you Harry." he spoke soothingly when he rubbed up and down his shoulder.

"Love you too, Zayn." Harry said. And Zayn didn't even have to worry about if he could really comprehend what he was saying or not.

He already knew that he knew.

Every single time he took one look in those rare and bright green eyes and saw the way they looked at him, he knew.

*****

THE END