"So are you going to tell me where we're going?" Harry asked Zayn from the passenger seat of the car.

"Not until we get there."

"But when will we get there? I feel like I've been riding for two days."

Zayn smiled at him. "Okay, that is terrible exaggeration. It's only been five minutes, if that."

"I know. I'm just really impatient and I want to know now."

"Sorry. You will have to wait. It won't be much longer though."

Harry leaned back against the chair and decided that if Zayn wasn't going to tell him, then he might as well wait patiently for them to reach their destination. It wasn't long after that when the car came to a stop and the engine shut off.

"Okay. Time to get out."

"Where are we?"

"You'll know when we get there."

"We're already here, aren't we?"

"Not quite. We're in the parking lot right now. We have to get out and walk to it."

"Oh."

Zayn got out of the car and went around to let Harry out. He took his hand and helped him out of the car, then closed the door behind him. But he noticed that Harry let go of his hand and felt down his arm until he grasped his elbow. Zayn was confused.

"Uhm... You don't want my hand?"

"No." He said. "It's not that I don't want it. Technically, this is the way it's supposed to be done. So that you're always one step ahead of me. It's just that you grabbed my hand on the first day and so... I went with it and I let you do it. But it only happened twice so I didn't think it was important to correct you then."

Zayn turned hot in his face. "Oh. I didn't know that. I wish you had told me earlier. How many other things have I done wrong that you haven't told me about?"

"Um, I can't remember right now."

"Well, if there's something else that you notice I'm doing wrong, please don't hesitate to tell me. Because it defeats the purpose of helping you if I'm doing it wrong."

"Sure, Zayn. I'll tell you."

"Thanks." He faced the sidewalk in front of him now. "Come on, let's go then. But watch your step. The curve to the sidewalk is right here in front of you."

Harry was careful about stepping up on the curve and let Zayn guide the way. After walking for a brief moment, he realized they hadn't gone inside a building yet. They were still outside and they were still on the sidewalk. But not too far ahead of him, he could hear children's laughter and people talking. It confused him.

"Alright Harry. This is it. I'm going to help you sit down now."

Zayn helped him sit and when Harry discovered it was a bench, he was able to guess where they were. He smiled. "Zayn."

"Yeah?"

"Are we at the playground?"

He shouldn't have been surprised that Harry guessed it because Harry was smart. But he couldn't help himself. He was always impressed by him. "Yes." He answered happily. "We are."

"Interesting. But why here?"

He felt Zayn sit down next to him. "Because yesterday I went out to eat with Maitea and took Louis along and it made me remember something you said. You told me you wanted to get out more so I figured this would be the perfect way to do that while also helping you to learn the colors. I bet going outside of the house and going places might even be better at helping you remember."

Harry pressed his elbow into his thigh and his fist against his face. "We will see, won't we."

"We will. Now let's get started."

Zayn retrieved his phone from his pocket but he noticed that Harry suddenly wasn't as happy as he was just a moment ago. Why did he suddenly change his mood like that?

"Today's color is yellow."

"M'kay."

"And I decided that instead of going with our two colors a day routine, we should cover the entire section of yellow today. But it's not a bunch more than normal. It's only three total."

"Okay. Let's do it."

He looked at the screen for the notes he'd written earlier. "When I was looking at this, I was surprised to find that yellow could mean so many things. But I'm summarizing it because it's just too much to try to remember in one sitting. I hope that's alright with you."

"Yeah, that's fine."

"Yellow is the color of sunshine. It's associated with joy, happiness, intellect, and energy. It's often associated with food and doesn't suggest stability and safety. However, the most interesting thing I read here was that men usually perceive yellow as a very lighthearted, 'childish' color."

"Why is that interesting?"

"Because I don't disagree with that."

"You don't?"

"No. I don't. But don't be mistaken. I don't hate the color or anything. I just wouldn't choose it first if I had a choice."

"Ah, I get it. I mean, I don't understand completely because I can't see it with my eyes but you know. That is your opinion."

"Right. And I'm sure many other people would say just the opposite of what I said. So that's a good thing about having variety. We can choose whatever we like best."

"Yep."

He looked down at the phone again. "There are many different colors of yellow in the world but this site only lists two of them. They are Dull Yellow and Light Yellow."

"Dull Yellow? Well, I know I can't see the color, but that can't be too appealing. Whenever I use the word dull to describe my day or the past week I've had, that's a negative thing. Dull yellow must be an ugly color."

Zayn chuckled. "Well, I'm not sure if ugly is the perfect adjective but unappealing definitely works for it because Dull Yellow represents caution, decay, sickness, and jealousy."

"But don't forget that jealousy can be an ugly trait. There are some people who think jealousy is attractive in a boyfriend or girlfriend or husband or wife, but I for one am not a fan of it. It's not good to have an extremely jealous partner. It doesn't make for a healthy relationship."

"You're right. It doesn't."

"Have you ever had a jealous partner before?"

He shook his head but remembered Harry couldn't see, so he spoke up. "No. Never. And I don't want one."

"Same here."

His answer made Zayn think of Mitchell. He didn't know much about him but so far, he had learned that he wasn't jealous, that he was really romantic with Harry and that he even wanted to go as far as loving Harry. He seemed like a really good man but he wished he knew more about him because that would give him a better idea of what sort of guy Harry was attracted to.

But wait... Why would he care what kind of guy Harry liked. He wasn't trying to be in a relationship with him. Was he?

He shook the thought from his brain.

"Let's move on to the last one. Light yellow is associated with intellect, freshness, and joy. So there you already can tell that it's a happier color compared to Dull Yellow."

Harry chuckled a little bit. "Yes it sounds like a fun color."

"In a way, it is."

"And what does yellow mean to you?"

He waited to collect his thoughts before responding. "Besides a refreshing glass of lemonade, yellow is like a new day to me. And it truly does have the affect of making people happy when they see it. Obviously, we know that it also helps us get certain nutrients we need like vitamin D to keep us healthy and happy. But sometimes when it rains for three days straight and we don't get any sun, it makes people feel sad and depressed. That's even happened to me."

"Really?"

"Yes. The sun is like an antidote for sadness."

"Then that is a perk for being blind then. I can't see rainy days or sunny days. And I don't know what darkness and light is either so not having daylight doesn't affect me."

"I've never thought about it like that but yes. I would surely consider that a perk for you."

As Harry was about to say something else, someone suddenly bumped into his leg and stopped.

"Sorry."

He was surprised to hear a little boy's tiny voice. "Oh, are you okay?"

"I'm okay. I'm Ren. What's your name?"

"Harry."

"You want some, Harry?"

"Some of what?"

"My cheese crackers."

Harry heard him rattle a bag but he gave him a light shake of his head. "No thanks. I bet your parents want you to eat your own crackers. Don't you think?"

"Um..."

"Ren! What did I tell you about running off like that?" A woman's voice said as she came near.

"I wanted to share my crackers, ma." He said.

"No. I'm not going to keep telling you to stay near me. It's dangerous to run off. And if you do it again, we're just going to leave early and go home."

"No." He whined.

"Then go back over there with Auntie Liz and your brother."

He heard the boy stomp away and she sighed. "I'm so sorry. I keep telling him not to run off, but he just has so much energy. Wants to go around and meet everybody. You know how kids are."

Harry smiled. "That's alright. He didn't disturb us."

"Okay. I hope not. Well, you two enjoy the rest of your day."

"You too."

After she left, Harry leaned back against the bench. "I just figured out why you brought me here." He chuckled out.

"You did?"

"Yep. At the beginning, you said that the color yellow represents sunshine, happiness and energy. And I couldn't think of a better place where those kind of things would be all at once other than at a playground."

Zayn was delighted to hear that. When he first came up with the idea last night, he worried that Harry would think it didn't make any sense. "Yes. Exactly. But would you say it'll help you to remember this color later?"

"I would. And besides that, whenever we finish, I still get to enjoy the people around me and listen to the kids having a good time. This is something we should do again some time."

"You mean just because we can?" He questioned. "Do it for fun?"

"Mhm."

"I agree. We should."

He shoved his phone in his pocket and leaned back against the back of the bench too. It would be nice to bring Harry here just to enjoy the children and good weather. It would make for an interesting date one day too... If he wanted to go in that direction with him. But of course Zayn would never.

"Hmm."

At first, Zayn panicked because he thought Harry could hear his thoughts. But the look on Harry's face actually meant he was also deep in thought. What was he thinking about? Was it anything like what he'd just thought about?

"What's wrong, Harry?"

"Nothing is wrong. I'm just thinking about that little kid who came over here. His mother was worried about him. Makes me wonder about my own mother."

Zayn paused for a moment. Wait... It wasn't until now that he realized he had never heard anything about Harry's parents before. Only his grandmother. "Oh. I see."

"I don't know what I'm missing since I never met her. But I can't help but wonder what she was like. How did she look? How did she sound? I heard she could sing well. Would've been great to hear her voice."

Zayn wasn't one to be nosy. He didn't even like to be bothered with his own problems, so why would he care about anyone else's? But the way Harry had chosen his words sparked interest in him. He didn't expect Harry to go into great detail about his life and family, but it didn't stop his curiosity.

"What happened to her?"

"She died. Grandma told me another driver drifted in her lane and went head on with her and she was seriously injured. At the time, she was pregnant with me. She bled out too much so they weren't able to save her. Therefore, I didn't have a choice but to be born. I was born three and a half months premature and spent so many months in the hospital. Unfortunately, even though doctors did all they could, I didn't develop far long enough to live without any birth defects. My blindness is the result of my premature birth."

Zayn felt numb inside. That was awful and what was worse, Harry was only blind because of someone else's poor decisions. "Harry... I'm so sorry."

"No. Don't be. Please don't feel sorry for me when I'm not even feeling sorry for myself. I never knew her so I can't even properly shed a tear. I just wonder. That's all. Just like you sometimes wonder about life, I wonder about that."

Zayn swallowed the lump in his throat. "But no wonder you're so positive. It makes sense that your grandmother believed you could do anything. You're a fighter and because of it, you survived a really premature birth. If you can do that, you certainly can do anything. I mean after hearing that, I don't have anything to complain about. And if you ever hear me say I can't do something again, you should really slap me as hard as you can and bring me back to reality."

That made Harry laugh. "No, no. I couldn't hurt you. And even more so, it takes a lot of work to find your face." He looked as if that had given him an idea now. "But... I would like to know what it feels like. Can I touch it?"

Zayn didn't have to hesitate because he already knew what his answer was going to be. But he did take extra time anyway just to keep things from being so obvious. "Sure. I don't mind."

Harry reached over toward him and first touched his shoulder so that he could work his way up to his face. He had poked a couple of people in the eyes by going right for the face in the past. He learned his lesson and definitely did not want to hurt anybody again. To begin, he touched Zayn's neck and then grazed his finger tips up and along his jawline.

"Oh. Sometimes I forget you said you have a beard. I like it."

Zayn perked up. "You do?"

"Yes. Obviously, I've never been able to grow facial hair like this but I like yours. It's soft."

"Thanks."

He used both hands now and touched his cheeks, then used this thumb to gently touch his bottom lip and press it in the way that some people do when they're thinking about kissing someone. From there, he went up the sides of Zayn's face and pushed his fingers into his hair, while dragging his palms along his temples.

"Your hair is kind of long. I didn't expect that." And just because, he innocuously pulled at tufts of hair.

Zayn grinned hard. "You like it?"

"A little bit. It's fun to play in. I do this to Mindy's hair all the time when we're in bed next to each other at sleepovers. It's comforting."

Harry took his hands from his hair and it was only then that Zayn realized he had been gradually leaning closer. But not to kiss him. He was leaning closer because he was hoping being closer meant that Harry didn't have to reach up as much and therefore, would do it longer. But that didn't work.

"You think playing in people's hair is comforting. Odd." He said. And he didn't make an effort to draw back either. "I thought having your hair played in is what was considered comforting."

"So you're saying that was comforting to you, then?"

"Not at all. I didn't say that."

"You didn't make me stop though."

"No."

"So you liked it." He stated.

"Pssh. No. I didn't stop you because you liked it."

"Uh huh. Sure."

"You do. You just said it."

Instead of feeling around first, Harry reached right for his face this time. And rather than slap him, he playfully pushed against his cheek and turned his face away from him. But Zayn resisted that and pressed his face against Harry's hand. When Harry felt his beard against his palm again, he grasped Zayn's chin to hold him in place.

"So, are you ever going to tell me who Maitea is?"

That caught Zayn off guard and he frowned. "What?"

"Maitea. Who is she?"

"Whoa. First, how do you know her?"

He pulled his hands away from Zayn. "I don't. You mentioned her earlier but you only said you went to lunch with her and left it at that. So of course I'm curious."

Now he finally sat up straight again. He didn't remember mentioning her. And if he did, that was an accident. "Oh. She's a friend of mine. I met her at a restaurant and bar a couple months back. But we only went out as friends and that's all we are."

"So she's not your girlfriend?"

"No."

"But do you like her at all?"

"Yes. I mean no. Well, I did. Or at least I tried to. But right now, I like her only as a friend. It's... It's complicated. I don't know. I'll shut up." Weirdly enough, even though Zayn had done nothing wrong, he still felt like he was. He didn't want Harry to get the wrong idea about them. Even if he wanted there to be, there was nothing between them.

"You don't have to shut up. I didn't ask who she was because I don't think you should have feelings for her. Curiosity just got the best of me. If I made you uncomfortable, I'm sorry."

"You didn't." He answered but he found it weird that Harry didn't seem as sincere about what he said regarding how he should feel towards Maitea. That was strange. "Wanna go for a walk with me?"

Harry hesitated. "Um, didn't you say you wanted to go for a smoke while we were here?"

He scoffed inwardly. Since he failed to find the cigarettes yet again today, he only had one for every day this week... Again. So he might as well wait until he got home later tonight and smoke one then. "Yes. I did. But I changed my mind. I'd much rather take a walk by the plaza and see what's inside the shops on this street. A lot of places are new since I first went off to college."

Harry shrugged. "Well, then okay. I don't mind." He got up without any help and Zayn got up too.

"Would you like my elbow?" Zayn asked with a bright smile, even though he knew Harry couldn't see it.

"Yes. Yes, I would. Thank you, kind sir."

Harry felt for his elbow but instead of only grasping it with his hand like last time, he linked theirs together all the way.

Zayn started to walk. "Alright, we're walking but try not to outrun me. I have a hard enough time keeping up with you at your place as it is."

That statement immediately made Harry's day. He knew he could never out walk Zayn when he didn't even know where he was going but to hear Zayn say that was refreshing. It was as if Zayn had forgotten he had a disability. "I'll try but I can't promise you anything."

Zayn was going to respond but Harry had leaned his ear against his shoulder and he was afraid that Harry would have to raise his head to reply. So he chose not to. He knew he spent an entire day wondering if he flirted with Harry over their phone call but what about this? They were going for a walk together, with linked elbows and Harry lying against his shoulder the same way Heidi used to. Wouldn't this be considered a date?

Maybe not to Harry and really, it wasn't one to Zayn yet either. But at least he could get an idea of what it would be like. At least he could see how comfortable or uncomfortable this would be for them. Because it was official. He did actually like Harry in a way he never thought he could like him. Now he just had to see if he would ever stop being chicken long enough to do something about it.