Zayn found himself standing at the door of Harry's house the next afternoon with a bag in his hand. He had spent the entire day wondering what to get Harry as an apology gift. And much to his surprise, it proved to be harder than he thought it to be.

Now that he knew Harry was blind, it required a lot more careful thinking. Harry could only smell, taste, touch and hear. So he figured the best way to try to get Harry to forgive him was to appeal to the senses he still had. That's why he ended up buying him candles that smelled like Cherry Blossoms.

The doorbell had long been rung, so he could hear the crack of the intercom. "Mindy?" A voice said.

Zayn frowned. "Um... No? This is Zayn. Your new neighbor who lives next door."

There was a pause. "Oh. What do you want?"

"I brought a gift. And I wanted to say I was sorry about last night."

Another pause. "Well... Okay. Come in."

He heard the door unlock and the door opened. Harry was there with his sunglasses on again. But unlike the black ones he wore last night, these were red.

"These are yours." He held the bag out to Harry. But Harry's back was turned and he was locking the door back.

"What's mine?"

"This." But when he remembered Harry couldn't see him holding the bag out, he smacked his forehead. You idiot! He can't see!

"I brought you a gift. Is there a place I should put it?"

"What is it?"

"Two candles. They're Cherry Blossom scented."

Right away, Harry perked up. "Candles? You got me candles?"

"Yeah. I was trying to be thoughtful and find a good gift. That's all I could come up with. I'm sorry."

"Don't be sorry. You were spot on. I have a special place for candles."

Zayn was surprised. How lucky was he to bring something Harry actually loved? "Really?"

He walked down the hallway slowly and waved Zayn to follow him. So he did. "Oh yes. Mindy always brings me candles. She knows how much I love them."

That was the second time Zayn had heard that name. "Who's Mindy?"

"My friend. She comes by every week to make sure I have everything I need. She takes me shopping if I need it or anywhere else I have to go. You'd love her. She's about your age too."

Zayn hummed. A young girl his age? That sounded interesting enough. And if she was cute, that would be a bonus. "How often does she come by?"

"Once or twice a week. Sometimes three if we're going out together or something."

"Are you two dating?" He asked to be sure.

"No. Never. She'd be a nice girl if I was into them. But then again it wouldn't have mattered. She's dating someone."

Zayn cursed in his head. Well, that was just his luck. And wait... Harry was gay?

"So this is where I keep my candles."

They reached an open door to a spare room at the back of the house and Zayn could see shelves full of candles of different shapes, sizes, fragrances and in many different containers. He couldn't believe it.

"Oh shit. Do you ever burn any or do you just collect them?"

He chuckled. "Of course I burn them. But it takes a long time to burn one candle up. So they sort of just pile up."

Zayn nodded. "Yeah, you're telling me."

"So where are the candles you brought?"

"Oh. Right." He reached in the bag and held them out. "There are two."

Harry reached out for them, but Zayn had to bring them to his hand so he could feel them. Harry grabbed hold of them and went right to the shelf where he knew there was an open spot. "There we go. Thanks, Zayn."

"Um... How did you know that was there?"

"How did I know what was where?"

"How did you know there was an open space right where you sat them?"

"Because I keep everything in order. Plus I have great memory. When you can't see where everything is, you have to remember where it is instead. That's how I know the sunglasses I'm wearing are red."

Zayn balled up the bag in his hand. "Okay, that's creepy."

"No it isn't."

"Then how do you explain knowing what color glasses you have on?"

"I only have five different pairs of sunglasses. I have black, white, yellow, blue and red. I keep them in my dresser in that order. So since I grabbed the pair farthest in the back, it means I'm wearing red."

Zayn was shocked. "Wow. It's like you're gifted."

"I am. You know what they say. Once you lose one of your senses, the rest of your senses are heightened. I've always been blind so I wouldn't​ know the difference. But the way people act as if what I do isn't normal tells me it must be true."

Zayn felt embarrassed now. Even if Harry probably encountered people like him all the time, he didn't want to be one to make him seem odd. "Yeah... Nice candle collection though."

"Thanks."

"Anyway... I'm really sorry about last night. I was so preoccupied with myself that I didn't even realize you were blind. I know I said and did some pretty inconsiderate things."

Harry smiled. "That's okay. I wasn't bothered at all. Although it's nice to know that you thought about it long enough to get up the next day, buy me a gift and bring it to me."

He felt his face go hot. He just realized that was exactly what he did. "Yeah. Basically."

Suddenly the doorbell rang.

"That must be Mindy."

Zayn backed out of the way and let him go past. It was so amazing watching Harry make his way from the end of the hallway to the door without bumping into the walls, that he just stood in place.

"Mindy?"

"Mindy!" A voice said through the intercom.

When he heard her cheerful voice, he happily opened the door. There, revealed a red head girl with brown eyes. She rocked a floral dress and black cowgirl boots. She was also very pretty. It was too bad she was taken because just by looking at her, she seemed like an extremely fun girl to date.

"Harry. How are you?" She asked as she took the door from him, closed it and locked it.

"I'm good. I've just been at home being a bit bored."

"Awh." She leaned forward to hug him and that's when she noticed Zayn at the end of the hallway.

"Oh. But not that bored, right?"

"What do you mean?"

"You have a new friend?"

"Oh. You mean Zayn. Actually he's my next door neighbor. He brought me a gift."

"Is that so?"

"Yeah. Zayn?"

"Huh?"

Harry laughed. "Why are you still at the end of the hallway? Come here and meet Mindy. She's the girl I was telling you about."

Zayn slowly made his way down the hallway and shook her hand. It was soft. "Hi. I'm Zayn."

"Nice to meet you. I'm a friend of Harry's. So you're his neighbor?"

"Yep. Just moved in a couple weeks ago."

"Ah. I see."

"He brought me candles." Harry added. "Cherry Blossom scented."

"Ooh. That's nice. And very thoughtful. How did you know he loved candles?"

Zayn shrugged and chuckled nervously. "Lucky guess."

"That's alright. It's the idea that you decided to get him a gift in the first place that matters." She pat his shoulder and went past them into the kitchen.

Zayn poked Harry's arm. "Um... I'm gonna get going, Harry. Maybe I'll see you some other time?"

Harry nodded. "Sure. I guess so. Thanks again for the gift."

"You're welcome." He unlocked and opened the door and when he went out, Harry closed and locked it behind him.

"Well, Zayn's gone." Harry announced as he went to the kitchen where he heard Mindy open the refrigerator. He knew she was checking to see what things he might have to pick up the next time they went to the store.

"Already? Was it because of me?"

"Probably. He doesn't really know you that well. Actually, he doesn't even know me that well either. Truthfully, I just met him last night and today was the first time he was ever in my house."

She gasped. "Harry. The whole point of putting in the intercom system is so you can talk to people safely if you don't know them very well. It's not smart to just let anyone in. He could have been dangerous."

"Doubt it." Harry chuckled. "I can tell he isn't. Plus he told me what he was here for before I opened the door. I know what to do when someone rings the doorbell, you know."

She hummed. "Yeah. I guess you do and it's a good thing. It would be so upsetting if I had to walk in here and find you dead. Especially when I had such good news."

Harry smiled. He loved Mindy's good news. Listening to her express her joy made him happy too. "Good news? What's the good news?"

"Well. I hope you're really ready."

"I am. What is it?"

"Last night, Liam and I went on a date. He told me to dress up real nice and so I did. He took me to this fancy restaurant with crystal chandeliers and everything. Next thing I knew he was pulling a gray velvet box from the pocket of his suit coat. He proposed!"

Harry was lost for words. "Wow. Liam proposed?"

"Yes!" She squealed. "It was the sweetest night of my life."

"And what did you say?"

"I told him yes. Gosh, I can't wait to marry him. Can you believe it Harry? I'm getting married!"

He nodded with a forced smile. "Of course I can. Why wouldn't he want to marry you? Look at you."

She grinned. She knew he couldn't physically see her but it always meant a lot to her when he said things like that. Because one thing she knew was that everything he saw beautiful about her came from inside. And that was always what mattered the most.

"You're a sweetie pie, Harry. If you weren't so into guys, I'd make you mine instead."

"Yeah. I wish."

He heard her rummaging through the cabinets once more and he felt around for the kitchen chair so he could plop down in it. He was proud of her. She deserved to spend the rest of her life with someone special to her. But for some reason this good news was much different from her normal good news. This good news kind of scared him a bit. Cause all he could really do was find himself thinking about what her getting married might mean for him.