Sun

by wearetheluckyones

"You and your flowers," Liam remarks fondly a little while later. They're both among the wildflowers. Harry's body is sprawled out with the daisies. He has his head on Liam's lap, who's sitting up and brushing Harry's face with verbena flower, "You look right at home here, with nature." Harry blushes and fights off the urge to say that he is Mother Earth's son, after all.

1. Part 1

Author's Note:

First thing, since Harry is not accustomed to the idea of clothes being gender specific, Harry wears dresses and more feminine clothing in this fic. It's sorta explained in the fic but Harry just like dresses so he wears them and still identifies himself as male. Just thought I'd clear that up!

January 1st

Mother Earth beamed down at the four young men before with such pride. Each grew into their season perfectly and now, they were all wise enough to look over their season on their own, without any aid from her.

"My sons," she addressed the men before her, "For many years, I have watched over the Earth. I made sure the sun shined when it was supposed to. The leaves darkened and fell from their branches from my command. I covered the land with snow and ice and chilled the Earth. And when it was time, the snowflakes turned into flower buds and brought warmth back to the planet."

Mother Earth stood up from her throne, which was formed from clouds, just like everything around them were. She stood before her four sons with a fond smile laced on her lips, "Many years ago, I knew that I could no longer watch over the four seasons of the Earth, as well as the animals and the plants," she grinned at her sons, "Plus, I wanted a family of my own. I've seen humans on planet Earth reproducing and creating new life and I wanted that too. So I turned to the most beautiful things in nature and used to them along with my powers to make four sons that would each control one season."

The Mother stood before her sons, dressed in an embroidered robe laced in emerald and sapphire details, "Over the years I have raised you all. When you were old enough, you watched me prepared each season. I taught you how to bring in your seasons and manage the weather. You've learned how to call for rain and snow. You know how bring on the cold and the warm. You know Earth's patterns and where the sun will touch the planet at every moment.

"Now," Mother Earth grinned, "I am confident that you are now all old enough to manage your season on your own without my supervision," she moved towards her oldest son, who was wearying a silvery formal robe.

"Louis," she sighed out his name and pat his shoulder, "I made you out of a small pile of the first snowfall. You have been in full charge of Winter for the past two years and I couldn't be prouder of your accomplishments. I know it's not the easiest season to oversee but you have done your season honor Louis. This current winter is going well so far and I have no doubt you continue to do so."

Louis' bright blue eyes shimmer at the compliment. His constant aura glowed a baby blue all around him, reflecting his season true. Soon all her sons would have their own colored auras surrounding them. Mother Earth moved to her next son.

"Niall," she beamed as she took his hands, "My precious Niall, made from the first cherry blossom to bloom the year you were made. You are a pure mixture of joy and youthfulness. You embody Earthly springs perfectly and I trust you will bring humans a perfect spring this year."

With that, their joint hands glowed. She passed on her oversight of Spring to Niall and the young man looked wiser somehow. He proudly stood before, looking oddly serious in his green robe, dawned with white and pink flowers. He's aurora glowed a bright sage green and the other two sons gasped. Their colored aura would come soon enough.

Next, Mother Earth stopped in front of a man who looked rather serious with darker features heightened by his deep maroon robe. The Mother laughed.

"Ah, my Zayn," she shook her head and took his hands, "so hard to understand at times. You're quite serious, but sweet and good natured too. I made you from the first fallen maple leaf in the fall and since then, you've become the embodiment of Autumn. It's not easy making the Earth cooler and getting the trees ready for their Winter sleep. But you are ready for the task, my son. I know you'll bring a perfect Fall under your control."

Mother Earth tightened her grip on Zayn's hands and the aura that surrounded his body was a deep, nearly purple red.

Lastly, Mother Earth came upon her youngest son. She saved her brightest smile for him.

"My lovely Harry," she beamed at him. Harry flushed nervously and took hold of his mother's hands, "My sweet, sweet Harry. When I took the brightest ray the sun had on the first day of summer many years ago, I knew it was special, and it would make me a special boy. Your bright, playful spirit is contagious and captivating. You are summer, in every sense of the season. And I trust all the many summers to come in your hands."

With that, Mother Earth closed her eyes and focused. A shuddery breath escaped Harry as incredible heat overtook his body. Flashes of lush green vegetation and blindly bright light filled his senses. He could hear human laughter and the pleasant sound made Harry smile.

When Mother Earth stepped back, she looked proudly at her youngest son, a golden light surrounded him.

In a few months time, Harry would control his first summer on his own. And Harry couldn't wait to see what was in store.

June 20th

When Harry transports for the first time without Mother Earth, he lands on a patch of grass. But looking around him, he notices that this is not a meadow or a wooded area. There are tons of human people everywhere and tall, monster like things that Harry is pretty sure are buildings. Harry's never been in a building before, and wonders what exactly is inside a building.

Harry's only been on Earth a handful of time and each time it was with his mother. Mother Earth knows everything there is know about Earth so he's never felt so lost before.

But Harry just wanted to see the start of summer first hand.

Harry's been planning his first proper summer for ages now. He knows what days will be the warmest. He knows when the sun will rise and set each day. Mother's stars, he even knows how many thunderstorms are set to happen in the eastern hemisphere. Harry knows what summer is, but this is his first chance truly experiencing it first hand on his own.

Mother Earth wouldn't let Harry go with her often when he was younger, saying something about how him and his brothers couldn't last long on Earth because it'll drain them. But Harry figures that he's older now, everything should be fine.

Harry looks down at his humanly form. He frowns when he's not met with the familiar glowing aura he's come to love so deeply. He's not wearing his fancy garments, but rather a simple white shirt and rough denim jeans, and that's the only human clothing Harry knows about. He doesn't like the clothes, but it's what he must wear in order to fit in. Harry suspects that his human form still has emerald eyes and long brown waves like Harry normally has back home.

Harry wonders if he still has his powers…

Looking up at the sky, Harry sees a cloud passing over the sun. And that just cannot be! It's the first day of summer! And yes, Harry loves clouds-he lives in the clouds for goodness sake!-but the clouds can sometimes make the sun go away. And Harry doesn't like that one bit! He himself is made out of a bit of the sun so of course he loves the sun! What's a first day of summer without a bright, blaring sun?

So Harry trains his gaze on the cloud protruding the sun's space. He focuses and silently commands the cloud to move. A second later, the cloud darts over the sun, making the Earth shine at it's brightest once more. Harry relaxes and sighs as the wonderful heat takes over him.

Harry decides to venture out and discover his surroundings. He walks out onto a street and notices how many humans are walking around him. Harry feels incredibly out of place, with the tall buildings and the people and the weird looking things on wheels moving in the road. It's loud too, much louder then it his back home and already, he feels himself becoming dizzy and faint.

So this is what Mother means about Earth being draining for them? Harry thinks.

Just then, a human bumps into him, sending Harry to stumble back a couple of steps. Harry gasps in shock.

"Oh, I'm sorry," Harry looks at the human and-well, it's a man.

He's rather handsome and tall, Harry notices. He's got a nice, strong face and a sheepish grin on his lips. His eyes, Harry thinks, are like the same color as tree bark and they dazzle in the sunlight. The man reaches out and takes hold of Harry's shoulder to steady him and. Harry's used to the heat and the sun and he swears that Liam's touch burns his skin and makes his heart do some strange flipping thing in his chest.

Harry feels utterly lost but looking at this beautiful man, he feels better about being lost.

"Are you okay?" the man asks, seeming to genuinely care about Harry. Which…Harry can't seem to know how to feel about this. He suddenly feels hotter, but not in familiar way. He feels…light, incredibly light, because there is a dreamy looking man giving his attention to Harry.

"I, um-" Harry stutters, and then giggles weakly, "I, yeah. Yeah, I'm good."

The man smiles happily, "Good, I'd hate it if I hurt a pretty thing like you."

Pretty.

Harry calls flowers pretty but he's never been called it himself…

The blush that burns Harry's cheeks is uncontrollable.

"Thank you," Harry flushes, his voice incredibly shy. The man chuckles and boldly takes Harry's hand.

"Trust me," he says with a coy look in his eye, "the pleasure is all mine."

Harry giggles happily and the man seems to like that.

Some strange noise trills through the space between them and the man rolls his eyes and huffs as he lets go of Harry's hand. Harry can't help but be disappointed in this. The man fishes his pockets until he pulls out something that has Harry frowning. He's never seen it before, whatever is in the man's hand. It's glowing, whatever is in the man's hand, and Harry's eyes widen at it.

"Sorry, I have to go," the man says then quickly states, "See ya around." He leaves Harry, briskly, and keeps looking back at Harry until he eventually presses the strange object to his ear and talks into it as he walks away.

Harry's left flustered in the middle of a busy street. Part of him wants to follow the man, for some odd reason, but he does. He stays there for a bit, lost in the brief memories of the man. He grins and spins around and starts to walk in the opposite direction.

His memories of the stranger will do just fine for now.

Harry looks around the city as he strolls happily. The tall, intimidating buildings change into rows of charming looking houses and small stores. There are flowers of every color decorated nearly every way Harry looks and the trees curl over the streets to prove some shade. He thinks that Niall should be here too. Wherever Harry is, he quite likes it a lot.

After a while, Harry starts to feel faint once more. He blinks and there are black spots and he feels dizzy. He knows he's draining and Harry needs to get back home fast. Harry moves quickly behind a lone building. Behind it, there's no one in sight and Harry sighs in relief. He crosses his arms over his chest, closes his eyes, and thinks about summer-y thoughts, just like Mother Earth taught him.

Harry feels his body moving rapidly and within a second, Harry is back home.

When he opens his eyes, the first thing he sees is Mother floating between clouds. She's stunning, as always, in one of her bright white robes and actual ivy vines twisting around her arms. Harry smiles as he rushes towards her and Mother Earth accepts him with open arms.

"Easy Harry," she chuckles fondly as she hugs him. She pulls back, keeping her hands on his shoulders and looking fondly at him, "How was it Harry?"

"AMAZING!" Harry beams, his happiness uncontainable, "It was-like-it's so pretty Mother! So hot and sunny!"

The Mother chuckles, "You make it sound like Earth is better then here." Harry's eyes widen.

"Never, Mother!" Harry gasps, "Besides, humans are so strange. They talk into rectangles."

The frowns, tilting her head a bit before letting out a delighted laugh.

"Oh honey," she sighs, "Those are called cell phones. It's how humans communicate with each other."

Now Harry's the one frowning, "But…why don't humans just talk to each other face to face?"

"Ah Harry," the Mother sighs, grinning, "you have so much to learn still. But I'm glad you had a good day."

Harry nods to himself before asking, "Yes, but um. Where was I? On Earth I mean, where was I?"

"How should I know?" The Mother says unconvincingly. Harry playfully cocks an eyebrow at her, looking smart-alecky. The Mother rolls her eyes, "Okay fine. Yes I kept an eye on you today on the Vision Cloud. But that's because it was your first day out on your own Harry."

Harry smirks, "I knew you would do that Mother, and I'm okay with that." The Mother smiles dopily down at her son.

"Savannah."

Harry blinks, "What?"

"You were in a city called Savannah, Harry. It's in a state called Georgia in America, you remember?" Harry furrows his eyebrows and nods.

"Those are pretty names…" he notes in awe and the Mother laughs.

"Yes they are love. Now why don't you rest up a bit, hm? You must be so drained." Harry nods and Mother Earth pecks him on the head, "Alright love, you better go to your dome now."

Harry moves through his dwelling with ease. Harry loves living literally in the clouds as it leaves the dwelling white and just oh so pretty! Harry loves how soft the clouds we to touch and on any other day, Harry would chase wisps of clouds around. But Harry's exhausted and so he goes straight to where the domes are, his smile never fading.

Harry's dome is the last one in the row of domes. His brothers have their own domes too, all of which are catered to their seasonal needs. Louis' has icicles hanging down the top of his down, with hills upon hills of fluffy, white endless snow. Zayn's dome is littered in colorful, nearly dead leaves with a gloomy grey sky. Niall's dome is practically has an entire meadow squished inside of it, and normally the flowers are gorgeously bloomed and colorful. But today, Niall's dome looks lifeless. The flowers are wilting and there's a light drizzle inside the dome. Harry frowns at this and takes a look over at his dome. His dome looks ever so inviting, with a blazing sun cast over a lusciously green feel and a clear blue sky but…

Harry goes straight to Niall's dome.

"Harry?" Niall mumbles out from his spot, curled in on himself in the middle of drooping flowers. Harry stands over his brother, who frowns up at him, "What are you back so soon?"

Harry sighs as he sits down in the grassy meadow next to Niall. Niall's dome is not hot to Harry's liking. But the flowers, when in full bloom, are a true vision. Harry's never been in Louis or Zayn's domes; just even looking at their domes spikes Harry's anxiety. But Niall's is quite lovely and despite the lack of heat, Niall needs Harry right now, Harry just knows he does.

"I've been gone all day," Harry tells him.

Niall looks surprised, but only says, "Oh." Harry leans down and kisses his brother's forehead.

"Come now, Niall! You know that spring doesn't last forever!" Niall pouts.

"Easy for you to say!" Niall retorts. He heaves a great breath as he sits up, "it's the first day of summer for you! You've got three months to watch over your season!"

Harry can't help but grin happily at that, "Yeah but. I know summer's gonna end. And then Zayn will take over to manage Earth's autumn," he shrugs, "it's how it works, Niall."

Niall grins almost wickedly, "You won't be saying or feeling that way when summer draws to a close."

"Yes I will," Harry says adamantly. Niall glares at him knowingly, "I will."

"If you say so," Niall says coyly, "So how was it? First day of summer and all?"

Harry brightens up at that, "Oh Niall it was wonderful! I transported to some charming place called Savannah! It was so pretty there Niall! It was super sunny and warm and the flowers-Niall the flowers were gorgeous! Mother did a wonderful job with the flowers this year! You must come with me next time to see the flowers!" Niall gasps at the last statement.

"Harry!" he says, flabbergasted, "You know I can't come with you! Not when it's summer!"

Ah yes. Harry momentarily forgot the number one rule: none of the boys can go to Earth if it's not their season. Being on Earth and amongst the humans is already draining, even if the sons are there in their season. If one of the boys were to go on Earth in a season that is not theirs, they can be drained too quickly and the results could be "devastating", according to mother. Only Mother can go on Earth any time of the year.

Harry swallows and nods stiffly, "Of course, right. I'm sorry, Niall! I just got so caught up in the summer and I forgot." Niall sniffs.

"It's okay," he mumbles and shutters, "Just the thought of being in summer makes me faint. I mean, I can stand being in your dome for a bit but like-actually experiencing summer?" Niall adamantly shakes his head, "I can't stand that idea."

"Hey," Harry whines, "I am summer! If you don't like my season then you don't like me!"

Niall laughs heartily, "I'm kidding-I love ya, Hazza! You always make me smile."

And just like that, the wilting flowers become revived at Niall's smile. Bursts of bright pink and yellows pop up from the meadow, filling the dome with its normal floral scent. The clouds dash way and a sun is revealed with cooled warmth to it. Harry beams at the changes.

By the time evening comes, Harry finds himself in back in his dome. In his element, Harry's dome is muggy and humid and he loves it. The sky in his dome is clear and full of stars. He smiles up at the stars from his floating cloud bed hovering up in his dome.

Harry drifts off to sleep and dreams of the human man he met in Savannah, whose skin was golden like the Sun's rays.

June 23rd

The thing is Harry can't get the handsome man from Savannah out of his mind.

He goes to different places on Earth for two reasons: one, to see how the young summer is coming along in different places and two, to get his thoughts off of the man. Harry ends up in London, Rome and some place in America called Portland. And while Harry enjoyed all these cities, his thoughts never strayed from Savannah and the man that lives there.

And that's where Harry finds himself now. The weather is lovely, a bit cool but the sun is shining again and the tamed heat lightly sizzles on Harry's skin. He sighs and takes in the sent of magnolias as he strolls down on busy road. He's back in the part of the city where the buildings and shops are colorful and cheery and it brings a smile to his face.

Harry doesn't really know what to do. He thinks he should go back to the where he ran into the handsome man…but he doesn't remember how to get there. He wants to ask a human for help but everyone who walks past him seems too busy to help, which Harry finds rather rude. He huffs, part of him wanting to give up all hope of giving up on the man. Harry finds a lone bench that is cocooned by drooping willow tree branches. It's a lovely spot, close enough to the shops and yet secluded. The only thing that Harry doesn't like about this spot is the fact that's heavily shaded, which makes it not as warm. But Harry's feet are achy and tired. He's not used to walking so much on hard ground.

Harry sighs gloomily and gives up all hope when a random dog sits in front of him. Harry stares, perplexed, at the large black dog. Harry's seen dogs before on his other Earthly trips, but he's never seen one quite as large as this one! Harry thinks he should be frightened but he's not, simply because it's not in his nature to be fearful of animals. Besides, the dog is panting in front of Harry, his tongue hanging out and his lips curled in smile. Harry grins, and loves the fact that animals always seem to know that Harry is on their side. Being Mother Earth's son seems to be universally known in the animal kingdom which means that all animals trust Mother Earth and her sons.

Harry's hand reaches out and pets the large dog on his head. The dog tilts his head up into Harry's hand and his course fur tickles Harry's palm. He giggles freely.

"Ah," a voice pops out of nowhere, seemingly labored. Harry glances over and-it's his man! Well, not actually Harry's man because he's not Harry's man, of course. But still Harry's heart picks up as the man approaches him. He's not wearing a fancy outfit this time, but rather a simple lose shirt and shorter jean pants. The man smirks down at Harry and winks before turning to the dog. He places his hand on the dog, just centimeters away from Harry's own fingers. Harry suddenly feels unbearably hot under his collar.

"Watson," the man scolds the large dog. Harry laughs at the mammal looking clueless up at the other man. The man looks over to Harry and smirks wickedly, "Are you bugging the pretty man here?"

Harry's heart skips a beat as the man sits beside him on the bench, "You remember me?" Harry states dumbly and the man laughs heartily at that.

"Of course, could never forget a pretty face," he says smoothly, a lazily grin taking over his lips. He places his hand out to Harry, who eyes it suspiciously, "I'm Liam. Liam Payne."

So Harry now has a name for the handsome human. Liam. Liam Payne. Harry thinks a wonderful name. His focus goes back to Liam's hand and he takes it unsurely. It's a bit strange, holding someone's hand. But Liam's grip tightens on Harry's and he shakes it. Harry's still not sure what to think of all this but it is nice to have Liam holding his hand.

"So," Liam says, his eyes playful, "do I get to know your name or…" Harry giggles sheepishly because how rude of him!

"I'm Harry."

A lovely smile blooms from Liam's lips, "Harry, eh? Do you have a last name?"

Oh…Harry only has one name. He looks around him and searches for options. He finds it in a small store front that says on a sign the shop has great…

"Styles!" Harry blurts out too enthusiastically. Liam cocks an eye at him.

"Harry Styles?" Liam says and Harry nods quickly. Liam scoffs lightly, "what are you then-some sort of celebrity?"

Harry frowns, "Uh?"

"With a name like that you must be famous," Liam leans back on the bench and studies Harry. Harry flushes madly under his stare. Watson the large dog plops his head down on Liam's thigh and Liam pets him gingerly. It's a sweet scene and touches Harry deeply. Liam's voice demands his attention, "I reckon you're a musician of some sort-perhaps Indie?"

Harry's terribly lost, but refuses to show it, "I'm not a musician."

"Well then. What do you do? Just what are you exactly, not so infamous Harry Styles?" Harry giggles and for a second he flirts with the idea of actually telling Liam the truth. He knows he can't, because Liam wouldn't believe him and he'd probably think Harry is crazy and he'd never want to see Harry ever again.

"I'm…" Harry ponders, "I'm, uh, figuring all that out." Liam smirks at that.

"Aren't we all?" he reasons. Harry shrugs, a dopy smile laced on his lips.

"I guess so, yeah," tries to act like Liam's acting. He appears casual and at ease so Harry tries to mimic that. But he's have difficulty doing so as he's rather nervous, "What do you do?"

Liam smirks and muses, "Boring stuff." Harry shakes his head.

"That's not a real answer!" he states and Liam chuckles.

"It's true!" He insists.

Harry shrugs, "I don't care-I'd like to know."

So Harry listens as Liam goes on about his job. It sounds very different from Harry job to manage the Earthly summers. Liam explains that he buys land and sells it for higher profits, whatever that means. Harry doesn't quite understand it all. How can one buy land? Isn't all land technically Mother's Earth? Harry's lost but he hopes he at least looks like he's following Liam. Liam goes on to explain that he also likes to hike, workout, dancing and go sailing on his yacht…Harry makes a note to look up all these things when he gets back to his dwelling.

"So," Liam sighs after talking for ages. He looks over at Harry a sweet glint in his eye, "Tell me about yourself, Harry Styles."

"Oh," Harry breathes out, his mind panicking, "Well, um. There's not a lot for me to tell really."

Liam laughs, "Oh c'mon! I'm won't let you get away so easily. Can you at least tell me if you're from around here?" Immediately Harry shakes his head and Liam sighs knowingly, "Ah, so you're new to Savannah, hm?"

"Yeah," Harry breathes out.

Liam nods, looking a bit unsure, "Do you mind me asking just where you're originally from?"

"Uh," Harry stutters out and searches his mind for answers, "I'm from…up North," he answers cheekily and Liam's eyes perk with interest.

"Really? Me too!" he boasts, "I grew up in Boston."

"Ah," Harry breathes out, having no idea where Boston is, "Cool."

Liam nods to himself, "Right, so. You're new here. Where do you live?" Harry panics.

"I um…haven't figured that out either…" Liam's eyes widen.

"So you just moved here without finding a place to live first?" Harry nods sheepishly. Liam shakes his head, his gaze kind and amusing, "That must be why you're wearing the same clothes you did a few days ago."

Harry flushes madly and his eyes dart downward, "Yeah…" he mumbles out, voice small.

A gentle hand rests on Harry's thigh. Harry's skin squirms happily from the touch, "Hey Harry. It's okay, I'm not one to judge. You must've really needed to leave your old life behind. I get that, and I just-I want to help." Harry picks his head up and-Liam's eyes are sincere and kind. Harry gulps thickly and us unsure how to feel about all this.

"Liam-I can't let you," Harry shakes his head, "you don't have to do anything for me."

Liam's hand squeezes Harry's thigh, "But I want to help you Harry." Harry can't help the questioning gaze from his eyes.

"But why? You don't know me." Liam smirks.

"Well if Watson like you, you must be good. Watson hates everyone, including me."

Harry's glad for the joke because it breaks the tension. He laughs cutely, "That's not true. Watson loves you."

"How can you tell?" Liam ponders. Harry holds back his initial response that he can read animals thoughts because even though yes he can, Liam can't know. So Harry shrugs easily.

"I just do."

Liam smirks, "Watson ran away from me! I told him to stay and he didn't listen." Harry grins.

"Well," Harry muses, "It's a good thing he did, yeah? He brought us together again."

Liam's eyes are soft and on Harry as if he was a meadow full of all sorts of beautiful flowers, "Yeah, this is a good thing. A very good thing."

Harry's blushing, and he knows it's not from the summer heat. Liam stands up, taking hold of Watson's leash. He starts walking away wordlessly and Harry's heart sinks. So this is it? He wonders. But after a couple of steps, Liam turns around and eyes him closely.

"Aren't you coming?" Liam asks and Harry's on his feet before asking any questions.

They walk for a bit and Harry takes in the surroundings. The tall, grey buildings still look intimidating but Liam's there, so he's not too scared. The sidewalks are bustling with people so Harry just has to stick close to Liam's side and Liam doesn't seem to mind and Harry certainly isn't complaining.

Liam takes him to a building. There's some weird device that Liam pokes different buttons at and the door opens. Harry follows Liam inside and walks closely behind Watson. They walk into some sort of box thingy that closes once they're all inside and Liam's pushing another button. The box moves upward and Harry gasps loudly and holds onto the walls. Liam looks back at him and chuckles and Harry doesn't understand how Liam can be so relaxed right now! It's like Harry's transporting but he's confined to a box. They're moving in a box!

Harry doesn't understand humans one bit.

The box stops and the doors open up once more and Liam steps out into a large space. Harry follows him timidly and is blown away by his surroundings. It seems to be a dwelling of some sort-a human dwelling as it were. It looks…clean and everything is white and it reminds Harry of being back home. There's another man in the middle of the room, talking into his rectangle, or cell phone as Harry recalls. The man pockets his cell phone and smiles at Liam.

"Liam!" the man yells out and pulls him into a big hug. So humans hug too? Harry hugs his Mother and Niall, sometimes Louis even (but not Zayn. Zayn's weird and doesn't like anything hugging him). But Harry didn't know that humans hug each other. Hm, maybe humans aren't so different then what Harry thought?

Liam pulls back and hits his friend on the shoulder, "Andy, what did I tell you about working on the weekends? Don't you have a date tonight with Cassandra?"

"Hey," the man, Andy apparently, cries out, "I was just about to leave when you texted me."

And, texted? Harry frowns deeply and thinks that yeah, humans are vastly different from him.

"So who's this guy?" Andy asks, looking over at Harry. Harry shrivels under his stare but Liam proudly puts his arm around him, like they've known each other for years. Harry blushes.

"Andy, this is Harry-Harry Styles," Liam tells him and Andy reaches out his arm to Harry.

"Nice to meet you, Harry Styles," he says and unsurely, Harry takes his hand and lets the man shake it. Is this a normal human custom? Harry needs to study more on human behavior when he gets back home.

"He's the reason why I'm here," Liam tells him and much to Harry's dismay, he disconnects himself from Harry's side, "You've been trying to sell this apartment for a long time and I think I've found a solution to your problem."

Andy looks over to Harry with unbelieving eyes, "You're telling me he has a stellar credit score and can afford a $1,200 rent?"

And…what? Credit scores and rent? Harry has a headache now.

"Well no, he doesn't," Liam admits and then grins, "But I do."

Harry turns to Liam, his eyes wide, "Liam, I –no. I can't let you do this!" Harry wants to tell him that he already has a home and this is all unnecessary. But Liam ignores him.

"Liam…" Andy breathes out, sounding just unconvinced.

"Look, Harry's having a difficult time. He's just-he left his old life behind and I don't know why he did but I suspect it's for a good reason," Liam explains and Harry just shakes his head, stunned, "He's in a bit of a rough patch. He's got no home, no other clothes, and no body in his corner. I just-he just needs a place to stay and you've been trying to sell this place for three months now. I can take on another rent, you know I can."

"Liam, no," Harry mumbles and steps backwards, ready to bolt and transport back to the clouds.

But Liam catches his hand, "Harry, honestly, it's nothing. You need some place to stay, and Andy needs to sell this apartment. This solves everyone's problems."

"But-" Harry starts but Liam's finger to his lips stops him.

"You will take the apartment and I'm paying for it-end of story," Liam insists. Harry bites his lip and lowers his head in surrender, "Good, so. Andy, do you have that contract?"

Harry sneaks a glance over to Andy who is waving his hand in the air, "I'll send you the paperwork on Monday. I gotta date I need to get ready for," Andy turns to Harry with a tight smile on his lips, "It was a pleasure meeting you, Harry."

"Likewise," Harry says sweetly, but Andy just walks towards to elevator and doesn't say anything in return. Harry frowns deeply and thinks that was rather harsh. Liam looks a bit confused as well but her puts on a large smile once he notices Harry staring at him

"Would you like a tour?" he suggests and Harry reluctantly agrees.

Liam shows him around the "apartment" (Harry needs to find out just what exactly an apartment is). Overall, Harry likes the abode. Liam shows him something called the kitchen and the living area. That really baffles Harry-a living area? That seems like a strange title for a room. Just what does one even do in a "living" room? Harry is perplexed indeed.

Liam leads him to a bedroom and Harry's saddened that he doesn't see a cloud-bed in the room like he has in his dome. There's a room called a bathroom and Harry is scared of the things her finds there. Liam takes Harry to a nearly empty room and Liam tells him it'd be great for an office, whatever that is.

"Well," Liam says when they're back in the "living" room. He looks at Harry kindly, "Think you can live here?"

Nodding, Harry stutters, "I, uh. Yeah, it's great. I just-I can't believe this is happening."

Liam grins happily, "Good. I just-" he pauses, his gaze soft, "I know we just me and like-this is a lot to process but. I couldn't just let you live off the streets, Harry. I can afford it, I promise you I can. I'm very blessed and you need help and I can give that to you," Liam just smiles kindly at Harry, "so please, just take it."

Harry furrows his brow. From his understanding, Harry thought that humans were not so nice to each other. So Harry doesn't really understand why Liam would give him an Earthly home to live when they hardly know each other. But Liam seems pretty sure in his actions and despite his many attempts to make him not do this, Liam won't back down on this, Harry knows he won't. So Harry swallows thickly and nods his head.

"O-Okay," Harry mutters weakly. But it cheers Liam's spirits up. He grins happily and Harry quickly adds, "But I won't let you do this forever. That's too kind and I won't let you do that."

Liam nods agreeing, "Sounds fair-just until you get back on your feet," And Harry has no idea what that means but he just nods along.

"Thanks Liam."

"Oh no," Liam shakes his head, making Harry frown, "don't thank me yet. On Monday morning I expect you to come to my office. We'll go out and get you some new clothes."

Harry's eyes bug out, "Wha-?"

"Now before you gripe and insist that it's too much," Liam cuts him off, "I want to get you new clothes so that you can start looking for jobs. You have to look presentable or they'll look the other way."

Harry frowns, "That's a strange thing to say."

"My dad used to say it all the time," Liam's smile drops a little bit and Harry feels conflicted. He decides not to question him so Liam goes on, "So I just want to get a few things to make you look good for job interviews. I mean you're quite the looker now, but with the right clothes will make them hire you on the spot." Liam winks at Harry, causing him to blush.

"That really is too much," Harry insists but Liam's not having it. He reaches in his pocket and hands Harry a something. Harry takes it, and frowns down at it. It's has Liam's name on it, next to the word CEO and Harry has no idea how to pronounce that. There are series if numbers on the card and Harry has no idea what they stand for.

"My office address is on there, along with my personal cell," Harry nods, recalling that Mother had mention that those weird looking rectangles were called cell phones. Liam grins, "It's practically right down the street, ya can't miss it. Come in on Monday at ten, I'll let my assistant know you'll be stopping by."

Liam goes to leave the apartment when Harry stops him, "How do you know I'll show up?" Liam pauses before cracking a wide grin.

"Because I'd be deeply upset if you don't," Harry's mouth goes slack because he didn't pen Liam to use guilt over him. Liam's lips curls to the side as he waves to Harry, "See you Monday. Enjoy the apartment Harry."

When Liam's gone, Harry sits in the middle of the room as he tries to decipher the card Liam gave to him and what those numbers and letters could mean.

When Harry transports back to home, he doesn't expect Louis waiting for him.

Louis is…well he's a bit of a mystery to Harry. Louis' two seasonal years older then him, so he has the most experience of all of Harry and his brothers. He's much friendlier and more outgoing then Zayn is. Louis' nice to Harry but often times Louis tends to keep to himself. Harry has spied on Louis when Louis was in his dome and found Louis making icicles and making the snow dancing with his silent commands and hand gestures. He and Zayn will have long conversations sometimes and Harry wouldn't say he's envious of this. Him and Niall share a bond unlike any other and Mother says it has to do with the fact that their seasons are similar. Perhaps, Harry thinks, that's why Zayn and Louis are so close.

Harry's and Louis' seasons are complete opposites and Harry's always felt like that caused some sort of disconnection between the two of them.

But Louis was waiting for Harry's return.

"Louis," Harry breathes out.

Louis curtly nods at him, "Hello Harry. How's Earth?" Harry shrugs.

"Fine," Harry's thoughts slip to Liam and his lips curl in dreamy smile, "More then fine, really. Everything's sorta…wonderful."

Louis studies him, his piercing blue eyes locked on his youngest brother, "Right. Well, Mother mentioned that one your first day you went to Savannah. I happened to check your position on the mapping cloud today and I noticed you were in the same city again."

Harry's mood drops and he swallows thickly, "Ah, yes. I, um, I went back there again," Louis scowls and Harry's quick with a response, "The summertime there is just so lovely, Louis! The flowers are so colorful and cheery! The sky is so clear there, not a single cloud! And the sun is so bright and hot-very, very hot!"

Harry grins victoriously when Louis shivers at Harry's words. The Wintery brother nods tensely and puts on a false smile, "That's uh-that's great Harry. I, um-I gotta go back to me dome now. See ya."

Harry snickers as he watches his brother all but run towards his dome to retreat to his season. He turns around and finds another brother, Zayn. Harry huffs at him; out of all his brothers, Harry dislikes Zayn the most. He's so reserved and closed off. Plus, Fall comes after Summer so naturally, there's a rift between the two of them. Zayn glares at Harry, his golden eyes frowning at him.

"Hi Zayn," Harry tries because he always tries with Zayn.

Zayn sharply replies, "Hello Harry. Are you enjoying your summer?" Harry beams at the question and is surprised that Zayn would care.

"Oh yes! It's so warm and sunny! I love what I've created," Zayn smirks cunningly.

"Well enjoy it while it lasts, dear brother," he says flatly, "before you'll know it, it'll be my season." Zayn whistles happily as he walks off, leaving Harry stunned and mortified.

Harry huffs and a minute later makes his way to his own dome. He's created to warmth and the sun in his dorm greets him with its brightness. Harry sighs as he walks over to the giant tree in the center of his dorm and sits under the tree. He thinks about the day's events and wonders just what the summer will have in store for him.

Harry thinks that if Liam's there, it just might be the best summer Harry could ever dream of creating.

June 25th

"Oh, you must be Harry!" a woman greats Harry as soon as he walks into the door.

Harry's taken aback-at the woman's zealous greeting and at the room he enters in. Everything is so…white and clean. If Harry hadn't just left his dwelling to come here, he would be questioning if he really was back in the clouds. He looks over at the woman, who's standing behind a high table. She's pretty, Harry thinks.

"I, um-yeah. I'm Harry," he confirms weakly and the woman lights up.

"Perfect!" she sighs and walks out from behind the table. She stops short in front of Harry, "I'm Gemma, Mr. Payne assistant." She extends her arm and Harry knows what to do with it. He shakes it unsurely and looks around curiously.

"Hi Gemma. Um, where is Liam?" he asks, hoping he doesn't sound like he's been desperately wanting to Liam.

Gemma smiles sweetly, "Mr. Payne, unfortunately, had a last minute meeting he couldn't get out of. So he won't be able to join us today."

Harry frowns, "Oh." Gemma giggles.

"Don't worry, Harry," she says, "Mr. Payne wanted me to go with you. He says I have a great sense of fashion. Plus, we have his credit card so we can go crazy with the clothes!"

Harry laughs for her sake. He has no idea most of what she said, but Gemma seems genuinely nice so that eases Harry's mind a bite, "O-Okay."

"Alright," Gemma sighs as she links elbows with him. Harry follows her lead, "So I'm thinking you need color in your wardrobe. You can handle bright colors, Harry."

Harry grins happily, "I love bright colors!" Gemma laughs and grins fondly at him.

"Oh I like you already, Harry!"

Two hours later, Harry's modeling a pair of pastel blue shorts and a mint green shirt for Gemma. She frowns at him and shakes her head.

"No," she sighs, "You're more hipster college guy, not preppy high school boy."

And well…Harry has no idea what to say to that.

"Go try the next one on," Gemma tells him sweetly and Harry wants to groan. It's been hours since he's been outside and he's missing his sun. Still, he walks away from the mirrors and goes towards his dressing room when he sees something that stops him in his tracks.

Harry eyes the piece of clothing closely. It's unlike anything he's tried on before. It's pretty with yellow daisies all over the white backdrop. The style is similar to the robe that he wears back in his home in the clouds but his robe is longer and has sleeves on it. Harry really likes this garment and loses his track of thought because of it.

"Oh that's pretty," Gemma says beside him. Harry flinches but agrees with her softly.

"Yeah, it's really pretty." He looks over to Gemma to find that she's smiling at him, her brown eyes kind.

"Well do you want to try the dress on?" she suggests. So it's called a dress, hm? Harry makes sure to keep that in mind, "I think you could pull it off."

Harry bites his lip, "But…this is so different from the other clothes you gave me."

"Yes, well. I was dumb and assumed you only dress in men's clothes," Gemma says, "My apologizes, I should've asked you. I'm all for people being whatever they want to be and believe me Harry, I think you'd look gorgeous in this dress."

"Really?" Harry asks, beaming at Gemma's words. He shyly glances down, "Will, um. Do you think Liam would like this dress on me?"

Gemma gives him a knowing look, "Harry, dear. You already have Mr. Payne's full attention, trust me. You could show up in his office wearing nothing but a garbage bag and he'd think you're stunning," Harry's sure he's blushing but he doesn't really care that he is. Also, what's a garbage bag? He must learn this as well.

Gemma searches through the rack, "Now, this one looks like it's about your size." She hands the dress to Harry and pats his shoulder, "Go try it on, hun."

It turns out, Harry loves the dress! He loves it so much that he picks out a couple more pretty dresses to wear. He feels more comfortable in dresses then he does in slacks but likes the shorts that Gemma found for him in the men's area of the store. Harry is baffled by all this because he had no idea clothes were divided by men and women. He thinks the clothes are made from the same resources so why do humans divide clothes for men only and women only clothes? Again, Harry is perplexed by human behaviors. Gemma places a couple of shirts called blouses and a few ones called button ups and Harry is happy with these choices.

Gemma insists they look at shoes next and Harry learns he likes something called tennis shoes a lot. So they get a couple of pairs of tennis shoes along with some other shoes called sandals. Gemma asks if wanted to try on something called heels and Harry nods, not really knowing what those were. But when he sees them, his eyes bug out because they look really intimidating. He tries them on and they make him a little taller but they hurt like nothing Harry has ever experienced before so it's a hard no from him. Gemma laughs at him and dugs at his arm; Harry follows easily.

It's in the middle of the afternoon that Gemma and Harry return to Liam's office. Harry's wearing his new sundress and his new sandals because he loves this outfit. Gemma complimented his hair throughout the day and offered him something called a hair tie to keep his hair up. Harry loves that his hair is up and out of his face and Gemma says he looks like Belle from Beauty and the Beast…Harry has no idea what that is but she tells him with a smile and so that must be a good thing!

He can't wait to show Liam because he feels pretty and he hopes that Liam finds him pretty as well.

"Mr. Payne should be finishing up with lunch," Gemma tells him as she sits down at her desks and pulls out her lunch. Harry knows that humans eat and need to eat to survive but he doesn't really know different types of foods. Harry doesn't need to eat to survive; he just needs his seasonal elements like sunshine and heat. So he declined Gemma's offer to get him something called a salad, "Are you sure you don't want a bite of my lunch?" she asks once more.

Harry shakes his head, "No, I'm fine. But, can I go see Liam now?" he asks and Gemma smirks knowingly.

"I'm sure he'd love to see you, hun," Gemma tells him, "It was a pleasure spending the day with you, Harry." Harry grins.

"Thanks Gemma. It was great spending the day with you too."

Harry follows Gemma's instructions to Liam's office and finds that his door is slightly opened. Harry pauses by the door before leaning in and takes a peek inside. He finds Liam at his desk, looking sharp in his fancy outfit. Harry thinks that Liam looks quite handsome in navy blue but he can't dwell on that for long because someone speaks up.

"He's using you, Liam," a man says and Harry's stomach drops because it's Andy. Harry shifts his gaze from Liam and finds Andy on the opposite end of the room, leaning against a window. He shakes his head at Liam, "First an upscale apartment and now an entire new wardrobe?! Why the Hell would you do that Liam?"

"Because he's in need-" Liam says.

"Because he's a gold digger!" Andy says coldly. And well, Harry has no idea what that means, but the clear disgust in Andy's voice must mean that's not a good thing. A cloud of shame overcomes Harry, "And you're letting him take from you because you think he's hot."

Hot? Well of course Harry's hot, the boy thinks. He is made out of a ray from the sun after all.

Liam's face turns red, "I…yes Harry is attractive," Harry bites his lips to keep himself from squealing, "But I don't even know if he's into guys." Andy scoffs bitterly.

"Dude, when will you wake up and see that it doesn't fucking matter to him. You're just gonna keep writing checks for him and paying for his shit! He's taking advantage of you! He's probably on con looking to get your money and one day you're gonna wake up and find he's gone and your bank accounts drained! Harry's gonna hurt you!"

Harry can't help the gasp that escapes his lips. Harry could never dream of hurting Liam. Liam's been so nice to him and wonderful and-how could he hurt Liam? How could anyone think he could hurt Liam?

Both men in the office stop and look over in Harry's direction. Liam's face falls as he rises to his feet, "Harry!" he calls out to him, but Harry is already taking off.

He runs down the hall and past Gemma's desk who calls out for him too but like Liam, Harry ignores her. He runs down the stairs until he's on the ground floor of the building. He runs out the front door and as soon as he's outside, it starts to sprinkle light raindrops around Harry. It wasn't in the plans Harry made-today was supposed to be partly cloudy but no rain, high of seventy-five.

But being Mother Earth's son, the weather is linked to Harry and his brothers' moods, whether in his dome or on Earth. If Harry's happy, then the weather and the nature around him are happy. But if Harry is sad, his feelings can affect the weather negatively.

Harry's upset and hurt and sad, so it spontaneously rains all around him once he's outside. Harry finds a path of grass under a tree next to the building and sits under it.

He holds back his emotions as best as he can because Harry knows he's an ugly crier. But he just can't help it. Harry thinks, as his tears mix with the raindrops, that maybe he should just never come back to Savannah. Maybe it would be best for Liam's sake if he just disappeared and never returned. Maybe-

"Harry?"

Harry looks up at Liam and lets out a shaky breath. Liam's face is hard as rocks as he sits down beside Harry on the wet grass. Harry refuses to look at him again because he'll cry for sure. Liam's probably convinced that Harry is all kinds of awful and will probably never want to see him again.

So he's surprised when Liam's hand ends up on his hand. It startles Harry, but he eases into Liam's touch a second later and leans over to plant his head on Liam's shoulder. Maybe it's a bite too much, since they barely know each other but Harry's always loved a good cuddle when he's upset. Plus Liam doesn't seem to mind because he wraps his arm around him and it keeps Harry to his side. So Liam's not mad with him? He wants Harry close to him? Harry is just confused and upset and he hates feeling this way.

"I'm so sorry, Harry," Liam tells him softly a minute later. Harry sighs weakly.

"It's okay-"

"No it's not!" Liam insists, "Andy-he's not. Normally, he's never like that. But like, he's been my best friend for ages and. He's just…really protective of me I guess."

Harry breaks away and looks up at Liam as he sniffles, "I-I get that."

"It's no excuse for his behavior though," Liam says surely and he shakes his head, "Oh Harry, I'm so sorry. I know you're a good person. I don't know you that much but I know you're a good guy. Andy's just looking out for me but he crossed a line." Harry's eyes bug out.

"L-Liam. It's not that big of a deal. It's a reason for you to end your friendship with him."

Liam snickers, "Andy's done a lot of shit to me in the past," Harry frowns because he's never heard of that word before. What exactly is a shit? He'll have to learn that too. Liam's sigh draws Harry back, "And I've been mad at him but I've always taken him back. That's what best friends do. So I'm mad at him now, but I'll probably talk to him soon and tell him not to be rude to you."

"Liam," Harry sighs, "He does have a point."

"No he doesn't," Liam insists. Liam tilts his head up with his fingers under his chin. Liam's eyes are just so kind and trusting and Harry fears he just might melt into them, "Like I said, I can help you out so I will. I think you're great and I'm more then willing to help you out."

The rain lets up a little bit because of that.

Harry coughs tightly, "O-Okay," he says and Liam looks relieved, "But!" He starts, "You have to agree with me on something."

"What's that?" Liam asks, frowning. Harry bites lip.

"I'll only let you help me for the summer," Harry tells him, his throat growing tight, "Once summer's over, you can't help me out anymore."

Liam tilts his head, "What if you don't find a place or a job before the end of the summer?" Harry advert his eyes.

"It won't matter."

Liam's quiet before agreeing, "Alright," Liam offers Harry's hand and Harry smirks, "We'll be business partners just for the summer then, yeah?"

Harry has no idea what he's talking about, but he agrees to the plan with a hand shake-one of the few human things he knows how to do, "Okay."

Liam's smile burns brighter then anything the sun could dish out in the heat of summer.

"I forgot to tell you," he says coyly. Harry tilts his head at him.

"What?" Liam leans in closely.

"You look beautiful in your dress," he tells him secretly, like only Harry can know.

All around them, any trace of rain vanishes within seconds. The sun blazes across the sky and small dandelions pop up from the grass around them. Needless to say, Harry loves being complimented on, especially by handsome men. And by men, he means Liam, and only Liam.

Liam looks around at the scene with amazement, "Wait…" He breathes out, "Were these dandelions always here?" Harry's stomach drops. Liam's very observant evidently.

"So you really like my dress?" Harry asks quickly, changing the subject. Liam looks back at him and grins softly.

"Yeah, I do," Liam tells him. He looks down at Harry's hands and coughs tightly, "I, um. I was hoping that I could, like. I mean. I just…I would really like to have you over for dinner."

Harry blinks, "Oh." Dinner: a human meal that happens at the end of the day. Harry knows what that is but he doesn't know why Liam's gone so shy over it.

"Yeah," Liam sighs, "I mean, if you don't want to. T-That's cool. I just-"

"Yes," Harry breathes out. Liam's smile grows larger.

"Really?" Harry nods shyly, "Okay, um. I'm pretty busy this week-I just met with a new client today. But. How about Saturday? I'm free all day-you can come any time you want. Come at three in the morning, I don't care!"

Harry giggles, "I won't come that early. But…how about early afternoon?" Liam nods quickly.

"Yes, yes. That sounds fantastic!" Liam says, "I need to go back inside. Will I see you the rest of the week?" Harry's face falls.

"Oh, um. I dunno," he says, "I, um. I should really look for jobs." He plays up the façade Liam has going for him.

Liam nods, "Right. Okay then. I'll see you Saturday then?" Harry bites his smile as he nods and Liam has a dopy smile on his lips, "Alright. It's a date then. I'll see you on Saturday-and good luck with everything."

Harry watches Liam go back into the building. Once he's out of sight Harry sighs and strolls happily about the streets of Savannah to take in the heat, his spirits incredibly high.

It's only right before he transports home that Harry realizes he has no idea what a date is exactly.

Harry's skipping and kicking small wisps of clouds around when Louis approaches him. Harry stops frolicking about and nervously eyes his older brother.

"I know you went back there," Louis tells him in a harsh whisper, his eyes piercing blue and angry. Harry swallows thickly and shrugs.

"I dunno what you're talking about," Harry insists weakly. He goes to leave, but Louis plants his staff in front of Harry's feet and Harry holds his breath. Louis' staff has beckoned blizzards in the winter. Louis' silvery staff with a sapphire sphere at the end of it makes the snowflakes pound the Earth violently under Louis' control.

Harry fears the staff more then he can admit.

"Why do you keep going back there?" Louis asks and there's something in his tone that tells Harry that he must answer it. He swallows thickly and looks over to his brother.

"D-Does Mother know?"

The Winter brother shakes his head, "Mother's been busy in the Pacific. She's helping a school of fish migrate." Harry nods quickly and closes his eyes and takes in a deep breath.

"I-I've met a human," Harry tells him. Louis recoils a little bit and stares at his youngest brother in horror.

"YOU WHAT?!" He billows, his breath leaving a slightly cool mark on his cheek. Harry stumbles backwards, his eyes widened in shock like a baby doe.

"H-His name is Liam," Harry says dumbly.

"I don't care what this human's name is!" Louis grunts out, "I need to know why you thought it was a good idea to keep seeing this guy?"

Harry huffs, "Because he's nice, Louis!" He crosses his arms into his chest and pouts, "You don't know him like I do!" Louis shakes his head at Harry, his eyes in shock.

"It's only been summer for a week!" he points out, "How can you even know this Lee guy-"

"Liam," Harry corrects aggregately.

Louis sighs and looks at his youngest brother with kinder eyes, "Harry, please. Don't-you can't get close to any humans. It's not a good idea." Harry studies him.

"How do you know?" Louis pauses before answering slowly.

"Harry, people on Earth, they're. They-people hurt each other, all the time. People are mean and they steal and they destroy things they touch." Harry shakes his head.

"N-No," he says as firmly as he can, "Liam's not like that. He's, he's kind and caring and generous."

"Generous?" Louis asks sternly.

Harry shrugs timidly, "He…might have thought I was homeless? And…Liam is kinda paying for a place for me to stay…and he bought a lot of human clothes for me too." Louis looks at him dumbly.

"Harry," he groans through gritted teeth, "You let him do that?"

"I couldn't stop him!" Harry says, and he shakes his head, "And like, he was so persistent. And that proves that he does care for me!"

Louis shakes his head, "Harry, that doesn't prove anything!" Harry glares at him. He strongly dislikes Louis right now.

"Well," he huffs, "Liam asked me on a date Saturday, so must care for me!"

Louis' face falls, the hard exterior falls away into stunned amazement, "You're going on a date with this human?"

And Harry has no clue what a date is, but somehow Louis does?

"Yes I am," Harry challenges him. Louis stares at him, face hardening up again.

"You can't go, Harry-"

"I'm going!"

"You'll get hurt," Louis tells Harry softly. Harry backs off and looks at his brother closely because there's something so sure in his voice. Louis just knows Harry will be hurt but Harry doesn't understand how he can be so sure of this.

"What-"

"Harry!" Niall suddenly appears from nowhere and tackles Harry with a hug, "I haven't seen you all day! How are you, dear brother?" Louis leaves a pointed look on Harry before turning around and storming off to his dome. Niall shutters at the sound of Louis slamming the door to his dome shut and asks, "What in the clouds is his issue today? He's been in a mood."

Harry shakes his head, "I dunno," he says and quickly changes to subject to something he loves, "Hey, do you know what a dress is Niall?"

Niall shakes his head, his eyes widened. Harry smirks and wraps his arm around Niall's shoulder.

"Oh my dear brother, I have so much to teach you!"

They head off to Niall's dome, which happens to be next to Louis'. Harry looks to his oldest brother's dome and notices that the entire door is a block of ice. Inside Louis' dome, Harry sees his brother waving his staff around, commanding fat and fast flakes of snow to spin around him until Louis disappears in the snow.

Harry's not sure what to think about all this, but Niall's pulling him into his dome before Harry even has a chance to process all this.

June 30th

When Saturday comes, Harry's a giddy mess of excitement and nerves.

He transports to Earth and arrives inside his apartment. It's weird, Harry thinks, that he has a home in the clouds and a home on Earth. Being in the apartment a second time, Harry still calls his dwelling in the clouds his true home. But this is nice too, Harry's just not familiar with everything around him.

Harry trots over the bags of clothes Gemma had someone send up to his apartment on Monday after their shopping trip. He didn't understand at the time but now as he stands surrounded by bags and bags of human clothes, he gets it.

Harry riffles through the bags of clothes until he finds a plain white short top and something called a skirt that's blue with white and yellow flowers on it. Harry is giddy as he puts on his new human clothes and looks around every reflective surface he can just to see his reflection.

Harry's playing with his hair in the mirror when some noise breaks through quiet apartment. Harry freezes and looks around. He frowns as he follows the noise and comes up to the source of the ruckus. This item looks square-ish and is making this short, repeated ringing noise. Harry's not sure what to think, but eventually the ringing stops.

Harry jolts when a monotone voice speaks up.

"Please leave a message after the beep."

Harry's body jumps back at the voice. He doesn't like that square-ish looking thing at all.

But then he hears Liam's voice coming from it.

"Harry? It's um, it's me Liam," he says, Liam's voice filling the apartment effortlessly. Harry melts under his deep voice. It doesn't sound exactly like Liam, the square thing makes his voice sound a little strange, but Harry loves hearing Liam speak, "Listen, I, um. God, I hope you're home. I realized I never gave you my address? Which was totally dumb and stupid of me. So I um, ah, just sorta…walked to your place? So, um. I'm here, now. Like, outside, so. If you're ready, cool. If not, I'll be here. I just," he breathes, "I wanted to see you is all."

Something inside Harry flips around. A slow, billowing smile takes over his face.

Liam's waiting for him outside.

Harry all but runs out of the apartment and finds a staircase. He makes quick, small steps down the stairs until he's at ground level. There, he can see Liam waiting outside for him nervously. Harry's been all over the world this past week, checking up on how other parts of the world are experiencing his summer. But all the other cities pale in comparison to being here.

When Harry walks out, he's greeted to a sheepish smile from Liam that somehow radiates more then Harry's beloved sun.

"Hi," Harry says shyly. Instead of replying, Liam walks up to him and pulls Harry into his chest for a hug.

Harry's been hugged before. His Mother gives amazing hugs and Niall puts everything he has into his hugs. But this, hugging Liam is on a different level. Harry can feel Liam's arms imprinted in his body. He can smell Liam and that scent is different from any flower. Its like Harry's smelling all the flowers at once; Liam's scent is strong and sweet and Harry loves it.

"Hey Harry," Liam whispers in his ear; Harry squirms from the warm breath and the richness of Liam's voice. Liam draws back and fondly looks at Harry, "I've missed you."

Harry sure his skin turns into a lovely shade of rose-pink.

"Really?" Harry asks, just to be sure. Liam chuckles and grins, his teeth nibbling on his bottom lip and for some reason, Harry finds even that adorable.

"Of course I did, sunshine," Liam tells him. Harry's heart stops at that and he's pretty sure his blush deepens, "Come on, we can walk for a little bit before it starts to rain."

Ah yes, Harry did check on the weather for today that he scheduled well in advanced. He has to fit in rain into his forecast, unfortunately, and Harry can't change the planned weather once he's planned it out. His mood can affect the weather a little bit, but it won't change it completely. If it could Harry's happy mood when he's with Liam would make the clouds go away. But at least rain helps the plants thrive.

Sadly, the clouds come faster then Harry can will them away. Summer fronts are so strong and powerful, Harry knows this since he's the one who creates them. So Liam leads Harry through the pounding rain that springs out of nowhere. He holds Harry's hand and swiftly runs down the streets; Harry giggles as Liam takes him to wherever, he trusts Liam completely. People look at them strangely and Harry has no idea why. Why is it so odd to enjoy a little summer rain?

Liam takes Harry to a building, much like where Harry's apartment is. Only this building doesn't look so scary and metallic. This building is made of white brick and there's a certain allure to this building that makes Harry feel as ease. There are even vines growing from the windows and there's a large magnolia tree swaying in the breeze with white magnolia flowers on it.

Harry quite likes this building.

"C'mon on in," Liam tells him and it takes Harry by surprise. Liam has opened the door the building and is standing inside of it with his hand extended towards him. Harry takes it willingly and walks inside.

It looks like…well, it also looks like Harry's apartment inside. There are similar features in this place that Harry's apartment has. But there's the same brick wall on the outside of the building inside as well on one wall. And there are lots of drawings hanging on the walls. And it smells like lavender and Harry just loves that smell. Everything about this place screams Liam.

"You live here?" Harry concludes but he comes out as a question. He's too wrapped up in the drawings on the wall. It's all drawings of humans and Liam's in all of them.

Liam comes up behind Harry and wraps something around him, something soft to the touch. He tucks his head on Harry's shoulder and Harry can feel Liam smiling.

"Of course I do," Liam muses, "What gave it away? Me turning the key to the front door or these pictures of me with my family?"

So these drawings are called pictures, hm? Harry must remember that.

"A little bit of both I guess," Harry plays along, his consideration going back to the pictures, "You have a beautiful family."

Liam smiles again against his skin, seemingly sheepish at the compliment, "They're pretty great," he points to one of the women in the pictures, "That's my mom. She still lives in Boston with my stepdad," Stepdad? Harry doesn't know what that is. He doesn't question it for long because Liam points to another woman, this one looking more like Liam, "This is my sister, Nicola. She lives in California with her wife, Ginny. And this," Liam points to a different woman, "This is Ruth, my other sister. She lives the closest to me, in Virginia with her husband, Mark. They just got married last spring."

Married? Again, Harry feels lost. But Liam's voice sounds happy as he tells Harry this, so it must be a good thing then. Harry nods and smiles at the pictures.

"You have a lovely family," Harry sighs. He can feel Liam going stiff around him.

"Most of my family is," he says lowly. Harry wants to know what he means by that, but Liam quickly changes the subject, "Do you have any sisters, Harry?"

Harry knows he shouldn't tell Liam the truth. But there's just something about the man that makes all rationale leave Harry's mind.

"I have three brothers," he blurts out softly.

"Wow," Liam breathes out. His hands move up Harry's arms and stroke his skin; Harry melts under the touch, "What are they like?"

Harry coughs tightly, "Well, um. There's Zayn, which I never got along with all that much."

"Seriously? How can anyone not adore you," Harry blushes and turns around in Liam's arms. He likes this, he likes being perhaps a little too close to Liam but Liam seems to like this too so there really isn't a problem, Harry thinks.

"I dunno," Harry sighs as Liam plays with his sopping wet hair, "I don't like to think about Zayn, much." It's because Zayn embodies everything about autumn and autumn comes after summer. Autumn means that summer is over and Harry doesn't like to think about that.

"Okay," Liam says, "Tell me about your other brothers."

"Well, Louis' the oldest. He's like, very protective of me because I'm the youngest and like-that's just silly."

"Silly?"

"Yes silly," Harry huffs and Liam laughs.

"My sisters are older then me and they fought off anyone who looked at me funny when were younger. Older siblings are like that.

"Still," Harry sighs, "I don't need him-I can take care myself."

"Of course you can, sunshine," Liam tells him with the sweetest smile on his face, "Okay, so tell me about your last brother."

Harry can't help the smile, "He's name is Niall. He's so funny and sweet. He's my best friend."

"I thought I was your best friend," Liam pouts and Harry giggles.

"You're a different kind of best friend," he tells Liam somewhat seriously, "You're my best friend in a different way, more then just a friend." Liam smirks dreamily at that.

"Okay," Liam breathes out and then coughs tightly as he backs off a little, "Do you want another towel? That one looks soaked."

So the thing around Harry is called a towel. Dooley noted.

"That would be great, thanks," Harry says as he shrugs off the towel. Liam's eyes look down to Harry chest and he seems flustered. Harry, being curious, looks down at Liam's chest. His shirt is soaked, just like Harry's and Harry can see the lines of Liam's human body through the shirt. It makes his gulp thickly. His heart flutters in his chest but he's not sure why.

Liam returns with a dry towel and they move over to Liam's couch (yet another new word Harry learns). They sit at opposite ends of the couch with their legs tangled together between them and talk for some time. Liam goes on for a bit about his family and how much he wishes he can see them more often. He talks about how he's taking time off from work over the summer and has so much planned for the summer. Of course, Liam invites Harry to do these too, and even though Harry doesn't know what Liam is talking about half the time, Harry's more then willing to tag along.

"I've been meaning to ask you something," Liam asks after a while, when the rain is just a small shower and nothing severe. Harry inquisitively looks at him.

"What?" Liam hesitates.

"Well, um. You've been wearing more…feminine clothing and I just. I wanted to know of like, you want me to use different pronouns for you. Or if like, you want me to call you by a different name."

Harry tilts his head and frowns. None of this makes sense to Harry, "Why would you call me anything other then my name?"

"I just wanted to make sure," Liam says and then shakes his head, "Like, I didn't know if you preferred if I used feminine pronouns or not." Again, Harry frowns in confusion, so all he does his shrug.

"I'm just Harry," he tells Liam honestly. Liam scoffs fondly and grins.

"Okay. That's all I need to know." There's something so sure in Liam's voice that it makes Harry squirm inwardly. But there's something in the room that Harry's been eying for a while and he must know what it is.

"What's that?" Liam looks over and grins.

"That's my record player," he beams with pride, "It's vintage. I found it as a market and bought it fairly cheap. The guy selling it told me that it was a piece of junk, but I was able to find someone who restored it. It sounds wonderful."

So this thing makes sounds? Just like the square-ish thing in Harry's apartment makes sounds too? Harry isn't sure if he'll like this record player.

"Do you want me to play something for you?" Liam suggests and Harry nods timidly. Liam leaves the couch with a smirk and a quick pip in his step. He scans his hand over some things that Harry doesn't know at all but Liam seems excited as he pulls something out. Liam beams as he shows it to Harry proudly.

"This is an original Ray Charles record from 1960," Liam tells him happily, "It belonged to my granddad, and he kept in mint condition."

Harry flashes him a wide grin, even though he's not quite sure what he's talking about. He's still excited for Liam. Liam walks over to the record player and within a few minutes there are sounds coming out of it. Liam steps back and turns to Harry as beautiful sounds fill the room. The rain has picked up outside, but it's overshadowed a man's voice coming from the strange machine.

"Georgia, Georgia, the whole day through. Just an old sweet song, keeps Georgia on my mind."

Liam extends his arm to Harry with a bashful grin on his lips, "Can I have this dance, Harry?"

"I dunno how to dance," Harry tells him honestly. He hasn't a single idea what that is. Liam laughs at him and takes his hand. He pulls him up on his feet.

"Just hold me close and follow my lead, okay?" Liam tells him in a hushed voice. Harry nods weakly.

So dancing is holding someone close and moving slowly? Harry can do that.

Liam hums to the noise coming out of the record player. His hands are strong and stable on Harry's body, one sprawled out over Harry's lower back and the other one holding onto Harry's hand. His heart thumped in his chest as Liam's breath hit the side of Harry's neck, making Harry's skin prickle in delight.

"Other arms are reached out to me," Liam says melodically with the record and Harry shivers, "Other eyes smile tenderly. Still, in peaceful dreams I see the road leads back to you."

The hand on Harry's back tightens and Harry gasps slightly. He closes his eyes and lets himself be swept away by the noise coming out of the record player and Liam's arms.

When the song ends, Harry begs Liam, "Again, please?" Liam scoffs fondly.

"I love this song too," Liam tells him and breaks away to the record player.

They dance and laugh and talk and listen to records until the rain stops and the sky begins to darken. Harry feels slightly tired and drained and needs to leave. He knows he must but Liam's hands are making grabbing movements and he whines in protest to Harry.

"Don't go," he pleads like a child and pouts, "We haven't even eaten dinner yet."

Harry laughs at him and fondly smiles, "I have to go," he insists softly.

He really wishes he didn't have to though. But Harry is feeling exhausted and he knows it's because he's been on Earth for too long now. He needs to be in his clouds, back in his dome but that means leaving Liam behind. And Harry hates that idea.

"If you must," Liam caves with a sigh. He then tenderly looks up to Harry and curls his fingers lightly around Harry's. He sways their hands between them, "Did you have fun today?"

"Yes," Harry tells him swiftly and sure.

Liam nods and looks relieved, "Good, great. Um, the Fourth of July is coming up and they have a great fireworks show in the park. They also set up carnival games and like," he smiles and shyly looks over to Harry, "I was hoping you'd like to come with me."

And here's when Harry realizes just how dangerous Liam might be. Maybe Louis was right, maybe interacting with humans is a bad idea. He realizes this, because he knows that he can't say no to Liam. He just can't. Liam's too nice and his smile is too captivating and his hand somehow burns into Harry's skin, even though he's made of a part of the sun and he never gets too hot. He always feels pleasantly warmer with Liam. He always wants to be with Liam and maybe that's dangerous for Harry.

"I'd love to come," Harry tells him. Liam grins happily.

"Perfect! It starts at like, 7-ish? It's not far at all, so I'll pick you up at 6:30?" Liam says excitedly.

Harry finds himself grinning, "Okay."

"Okay then," Liam pauses and stares at him before leaning in and briskly placing his lips on Harry's cheek. Harry feels everything slow down around them. Liam's lips sears Harry's skin and it feels like his insides are jumping like crazy. But it's a…good feeling, Harry determines. He's not sure what this feeling is but he likes it a lot. Harry's not sure what he should do or what this all means but he knows he likes having Liam's lips on his skin.

Liam pulls back and he looks flustered and unsure, "I'll um, see you on the fourth, right?"

"Yeah," Harry breathes out and adds on weakly, "T-Thanks, um. For today."

That makes Liam smile and that smile is the last thing Harry sees before he leaves.

Harry walks through puddles in the street as he wraps his mind around everything.

What are fireworks? They sound scary…and games? What exactly are games?

But what confuses Harry the most is why Liam felt the need to put his lips on Harry's cheek. Yes it was lovely but why did he do that? Harry sighs with frustration and finds the nearest, empty space and transports back home.

"Harry," Louis greets him when Harry's barely landed back on the clouds. Harry sighs at the sight of his wintery brother.

"Louis, please. Don't scold me," Harry pleas weakly and moves towards his dome. Louis grabs onto the collar of Harry's robe and stops him.

"Harry you can't keep doing this," Louis tells him again, sounding more manic then angry. Harry can't pinpoint why Louis even cares so much.

Harry just sighs and asks something that he needs to know, "What's a song?" This perplexes Louis.

"A song?"

Harry nods, "Liam um. He played something on this thing called a record player? He called this thing, this noise, his favorite song and I dunno what a song is," Harry tells him and he weakly adds, "I just want to know what a song is." Louis doesn't say another and maybe Harry shouldn't have asked. It's clear Louis doesn't like Liam so why would he try to help Harry understand him more?

"A song is like a story," Louis tells him eventually. Harry looks up at him, his eyes begging for him to go on, "It's like a story, but there's music to it and-like the words are not spoken. They're sung, which is also known as singing. Singing is like speaking but you move your voice up and down with the music," he frowns to himself, "Does that make sense?"

"Not really," Harry sighs in frustration. He looks up to his brother with a weak smile, "Thanks for trying to teach me, though."

Louis looks at him firmly, "I know you're going to keep seeing this Liam guy and no matter what I tell you, you're going to go to Liam. But please Harry, believe me when I say you'll get hurt. Maybe not by Liam, but by what Liam is and by what you are and whatever relationship this is, it won't last."

I'm Summer, Harry thinks. Liam is only a human.

But he's the best human ever.

Louis leaves him be and Harry sluggishly walks to his dome. Immediately opening the door, Harry's welcomed to hot, blazing warmth under a blanket of the summer stars in his dome. Harry peels his robe off and lays in his cloud bed.

Harry drifts to sleep and dreams of Liam.

"Still in peaceful dreams I see the road leads back to you."

July 4th

It's not clear to Harry why the Fourth of July is such a big deal.

The city of Savannah is decked out in red, white and blue. Flags made of those colors, along with stars and stripes hand all over the city. Harry's seen this flag before in many cities in America, many times in fact. But he's never seen people carry small versions of the flag, or people wearing the flag on t-shirts.

He's not sure why, but the air in the city is excited so Harry is excited too.

Plus, Liam's there too, which excites Harry more then he can say.

"Are you thirsty?" Liam asks.

Harry shakes his head and pulls on a sweet smile, "I'm fine, thanks." Liam nods and looks around.

"Well we can do whatever you like," Liam says, "They have all sorts of rides and games, as you can see. And food too, in case you get hungry. The fireworks start at 10, so we got plenty of time to explore."

Harry grins, "Good."

The two move through the crowd slowly. Harry's eyes are captivated by the lights and the beautiful sunset off in the distance. He smells things that Harry's never smelled before, something heavy and musky. Harry's not sure he likes these scents. And then there's all the people bustling around them, talking excitedly and smiling. Harry smiles at the happy humans. He loves hearing their voices and how different they sound from each other. He notices some song playing loudly far away. It's not as lovely or calming as the song Liam played for him but Harry likes it enough.

Liam's fingers surprise the back of Harry's hand. They slide down Harry's hand and Liam links their fingers together, their hands connected loosely between them. And Harry wasn't expecting that at all-why would Liam hold Harry's hand? It doesn't make sense to Harry. It's not unpleasant, in fact Harry kinda likes

"Are you okay with this?" Liam asks, his hand squeezing Harry's slightly.

Harry nods quickly and flashes a tiny smile, "Yeah." Liam beams at Harry's answer and continues to lead them through the park. They stop in front of a table that says, "FACE PAINT" on it. Harry frowns at a woman putting colorful lines on a little girl.

Liam suggests, "You want your face painted?"

"Oh," Harry breathes out just as the little boy looks at Harry happily. The boy's face has tiger stripes on it and that makes Harry excited, "Yeah-yes I would!"

Liam chuckles, "Okay, sunshine."

And Liam did it again-he called Harry sunshine. And it still makes Harry's stomach drop slightly and his heart ripple in his chest. Why does Liam call him that name? And why does that name affect him so much?

Harry sits down in a chair and greets a woman named Hannah.

"So Harry, what do you want painted?" Harry purses his lips.

"I don't know," he helplessly looks up at Liam, who smiles down at him.

"You want me to decide?" Harry nods, "Okay…um," Liam thinks before grinning to himself. He leans over to Hannah and talks in her ear. The woman looks over at Harry and smiles kindly. Liam sits next to Harry as Hannah picks up a wand looking object. She puts in a vat of thick orange substance that Harry guesses is paint, whatever that is.

"You ready?" Hannah asks and Harry nods quickly and closes his eyes. Liam holds his hand as something wet lands on his cheek.

"You're gonna love it when you see it, sunshine," Harry smirks at Liam's words and gets scolded by Hannah for moving his face. He feels guilty for a second but Liam's laughter makes that go away.

A few minutes later, Hannah tells Harry he's all done. When Harry opens his eyes, he's greeted to his reflection and smiles at the tiny orange and yellow image on his cheek.

"A sun?" Harry says fondly as his eyes drift to Liam. The human beside Harry shrugs.

"You're such a bright, warm person Harry," Liam tells him softly, "you remind me of the sun."

Harry grins, "I love it."

"I'm glad you do, sunshine."

Liam takes Harry to something called a carousel. It looks daunting as Liam and Harry climb on and Harry's not sure what this carousel is or does. There are large, fake animals on poles all over the carousel and it scares Harry a little bit. He looks over and Liam has mounted onto a tiger so Harry sits on the white horse next to Liam.

"Hold on," Liam tells Harry and Harry mirrors Liam as his hands grip onto the pole.

They start to move and Harry gasps. The carousel moves in a circle but also Harry's horse moves up and down too! Harry's nervous at first but then he looks and sees all the lights and the colors of the festival buzzing around them and it thrills him. He laughs uncontrollable and lets go of the pole to extend his arms outward. He nearly falls off his fake horse but Liam's hand catches him

Liam has a content expression on his face, along with a tiny, dazed smile as he looks at Harry. It makes Harry's squirm happily under Liam's watch.

After they ride the carousal another two times, it's nearing twilight so Liam suggests they find a spot to sit and watch the fireworks.

So they won't actually touch the fireworks? Humans just watch fireworks? How can that be entertaining? Still, Harry follows Liam, their hands connected between them. Liam gets some water on their way to find their spot.

Harry picked out their spot underneath a tall magnolia tree. Harry was drawn to the tree due to the pale pink magnolia flowers in full bloom on its branches. Harry loves this spot and loves watching the stars with Liam beside him.

"So you liked the carousel?" Liam asks.

"I loved it!" Harry replies eagerly, "It was so cool! Spinning around like that-I felt like I was flying!"

Liam chuckles, "I like your spirit Harry." Harry blushes.

"Thank you," Harry looks up at the sky. It's a warm, muggy summer night-just the way Harry likes them. The sky is mostly clear with a few thin clouds mixed in with the stars. It's perfect, really truly perfect-especially since Liam's here.

"I like that color on you," Liam comments, his fingers skimming over Harry's shorts. They're bright, aqua blue and textured and Harry loves them and loves being complimented by Liam.

"Thanks," Harry smooth over his blouse. It's white and has a button and a tricky tie in the front that took ages for Harry to figure out. Human clothes can be hard to figure out at times but Harry likes how her looks, and thankfully Liam does too.

Liam asks, "So are you excited for the fireworks? They should be starting soon."

"Yeah," Harry tries to sound convincing. Liam looks a littler nervous which makes Harry nervous too.

"It's um-we can like, get close and snuggle if you like," Liam tells him, "it makes watching fireworks a lot more fun."

Snuggle? Is this yet another thing humans do? It sounds…cute and not scary at all. So Harry nods.

"Okay," he smiles at Liam, who looks relieved. He scoots in closer to Harry and wraps an arm around Harry's shoulders and pulls him into his side.

Oh. So this was snuggling? Harry thought. Harry could get used to snuggling.

Soon enough the sky darkens and people find places in the grass to sit down. Harry's pretty anxious to see just what these fireworks will do.

Suddenly there's a loud bang that comes out of nowhere. Harry jerks at the sound, his face frowning as the sky fills up with bright red streaky lights that fall to Earth. Another bang goes off and another and another until harry can't see the stars anymore. Green, white, blue and red lights full the evening sky. And yes the lights in the sky look pretty but it's that loud noise that frightens Harry.

BANG!

BANG!

BANG!

Harry doesn't like fireworks.

Harry needs to get away from the fireworks.

Somehow, Harry breaks from Liam's hold and darts through the crowd. With each firework going off in the sky, Harry winces and tries his best to cover his ears but the sound is just too loud. It's too loud and it makes him scared and when he's scared he cries. He bumps into humans but doesn't apologize to them-he just walks on until he's on a street, deserted and alone.

But not for long.

"Harry?" Liam calls out for him, not sounding too far away. When Harry turns around, Liam's there with this forlorn look on his face, "Harry," he whisper.

Harry shakes his head, "I-I, it's too loud. I-I don't-" Harry heaves for air and Liam swoops in.

"Shh, it's okay. Just breathe," he encourages with light strokes to Harry's back, "Just breath in nice and slow." Harry nods quickly and follows Liam's instructions. He breathes until he relaxes a bit and his tears dry up.

"I'm sorry," he croaks out.

Liam shakes his head, "Don't me. We all get spooked sometimes."

But Harry wants to argue that because it was something that Liam looked forward to. It was something that for some reason other humans were excited for. Harry just wants to tell Lima that he's not sure how he's supposed to react to fireworks because he's never seen the before but he can't.

"From here, the fireworks aren't so bad, right?" Liam asks, his voice gentle and hopeful. Harry dares to look from where he came from and flinches as another firework billows in the sky.

But it's not as loud as before. In fact, the banging noise is just a distant thud-one that doesn't scare Harry. Harry straightens his stance and his eyes widen. It's not as scary anymore.

"Yeah," Harry says, a tiny smile reaching his lips. He doesn't take his eyes off of the fireworks as Liam's hand slips into his own, "It's so beautiful."

Liam chuckles at that and it gets Harry's attention, "What's so funny?" Harry demands. Liam's gaze is soft as he looks upon Harry.

"Nothing, just," Liam takes in a breath and smiles widely, "I think you're by far the most beautiful thing I've ever seen."

Harry blinks at him, his head shaking, "Me?" Liam nods surely, "No. Have you seen flowers? Or sunsets? Or butterflies?! Those things are beautiful." Liam laughs again and it angers Harry, "What?"

"I have seen those things Harry, and they're not the most beautiful thing," Liam smiles down at him and cups his cheek, "You are, sunshine."

Harry opens his mouth to protest but suddenly, Liam's lips are on his.

It makes Harry's insides bubble up in his chest and tummy. He stands there and doesn't move an inch as Liam's lips stay against his. It feels nice, yes, but Harry's unsure why Liam's doing this. It makes Harry's mind move faster then he transports from the clouds to Earth trying to understand why this was happening. Liam's eyes are closed and his one hand is cupping the side of Harry's neck-but why?

Liam finally pulls back and has this dopy smile on his face as he takes in breath.

Harry frowns at him before silently taking off again.

"Harry?" Liam calls for him in a panic but Harry doesn't respond. He takes brisk steps while Liam yells out for him and his name echoes off of the buildings around him. Harry doesn't acknowledge it, just keeps moving until he's next to the building where his apartment is.

Harry quickly gets to the ally and crosses his arms over his chest and thinks of summer-y thoughts.

"Harry!" Louis' voice is the first thing he hears as his feet hit the familiar cloud, "Where were you? Mother was asking for you and I said that you retired to your dome and," he stops and studies Harry's face, "Is that-what do you have a sun on your face?"

"Louis," Harry breathes out, his head hurting from his confusion, "I have to-I need to know. I-Liam did something."

Louis' face darkens, "What did he do? Did he hurt you?" Harry shakes his head.

"N-No, I mean, I don't think he did." He says truthfully.

"What did he do then?" Louis asks and Harry sighs.

"He, um, put his lips on my lips?" Harry tries to explain, "He did it before-I mean, he had his lips on my cheek before but. He put his lips on my lips tonight and-I feel…like really confused? I don't know if I should be happy or if it's a bad thing."

A beat passes before Louis chuckles as well and Harry's tired of people laughing at him.

"What?"

Louis smiles at his brother, "That's called a kiss, Harry."

Harry tilts his head at the new word, "A kiss?" Louis nods.

"Humans do that if they really like someone," he smiles, "it's like hugging but like-you can hug anyone. But humans only kiss people that are really important to them."

"Oh…" Harry exhales as he processes everything, "So…Liam kissed me? Which means, Liam likes me? Like a lot?"

"Yep," Louis confirms.

Harry blinks as a blush takes over his face, "So what do I do now? I took off after her kissed me!"

Louis rolls his eyes, "If you like Liam kissing you then you kiss him back."

"Oh," Harry breathes out, "how do I do that-how do I kiss?"

"Ugh, okay like-move your lips against his?" Harry's frown deepens and Louis shakes his head, "I dunno. Like you'll know what to do. Just do what feels right."

Harry smirks playfully, "Sounds like you've been kissed before," he remarks as a joke but Louis' face pales and his stomach drops. Harry gasps, "Wait-have you been kissed?!"

"Go to him," Louis tells him. It surprises Harry.

"I thought you said being with a human is a bad idea."

"It is," Louis says surely, "but my words mean nothing to you, Harry. You're a free spirit and you'll do what you want. I can't stop you."

My words mean nothing to you.

That hurts Harry. Louis' is his older brother and Louis has Harry's respect. Harry has always aspired to be like him.

Louis smirks at him, "Go, but make it quick. You need your rest."

Harry grins before crossing his arms over his chest and thinking of summer thoughts.

He transports back to his apartment in Savannah. Harry goes to the door and-

"Harry?" Liam looks at him nervously from the other side of the door. He shakes his head, "Look, I-I should've. I'm sorry. I just assumed-and that was so wrong of me! God, please don't be ma-"

Harry lunches at him and presses his lips against Liam's. He's kissing Liam and he likes it a lot. Liam's lips are smooth like flower petals with a gentle force like a summer rain. Liam gasps against Harry's lips but his hands are planted on Harry's lower back, his fingers deeply rooted into his skin to keep him there. Harry feels alive-he feels very humanlike for the first time ever and he desires more.

"Sunny," Liam chuckles as he breaks off. Harry frowns at him. Humans kiss if they like each other and Liam kissed Harry before so why did he back away? Liam cups Harry's cheek, the one without the sun on it, and softly looks at him, "There's no need to rush. We can take our time and get to know each other better."

"Will there be more kisses?" Harry asks, wide eyed and curiously innocent.

Liam scoffs fondly, "Only if you want there to be." Harry blushes as a smile blooms on his lips.

"Yes, please," he requests shyly, "I, um, like kissing you a lot."

Liam seems torn between smiling and frowning, "Then why did you run away earlier?" Harry's chest sinks.

"I just, I wasn't expecting that," Harry says honestly and Liam laughs softly.

"I've been dropping hints that I like you since the first time I saw you."

Harry eyes widen, "Really?" Liam nods.

"God I thought you knew," Liam admits and laughs, "I feel like a blabbering idiot whenever I'm around you. You do that to me Harry."

"I'm sorry," Harry mumbles softly Liam chuckles and traces his cheekbone with his thumb.

"Don't be," Liam says honestly, "I like that feeling, I really do."

Harry blushes madly, "I, um. I like you too-a lot." That makes Liam smile.

"I'm happy to hear that," Liam confesses, his gaze dazed. Harry feels like he's floating on his cloud bed-light and weightless. Liam does this to him.

"I, um. I need to-goodnight," Harry stutters. Liam smiles.

"I'll see you soon, yeah?"

"Of course," Harry answers quickly. On a whim he decides to kiss Liam on the cheek, "Goodnight."

"Goodnight, sunshine," Liam singsongs. Harry laughs as his face burns bright red before going back into his apartment.

Later on when Harry's back in his dome and tucked into his cloud bed, he can still feel Liam's lips on his own. He wishes that the feeling will never go away.