The higher you build walls around your heart, the harder you fall when someone tears them down - Unknown

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His name was Zion Xanderson. He had an odd look. During diner he just stared at all of us, without saying a single word. I had no right to judge him knowing that I had not reacted any differently when I had my first diner with the group.

The only movements he made was when he ate, and those movements were subtle and very smooth. The red-haired boy did not look like there was something wrong with him at all, his almost symmetric face and perfect looking hair gave him something unreal. He looked almost perfect.

I knew that were just looks. Over the years I had learnt that there is a lot of difference between the appearance of someone and the way that person actually is. Zion could be a total dick that liked to spit on puppies, but he also could be that type of guy that would cuddle with all puppies from a local shelter as a volunteer. He was hard to read, especially since not a single word had left his lips so far, other than his own name of course.

'So,' I tried to start a conversation with either the raven-haired boy or the black-haired girl that I happened to like. 'Do you think we will ever be allowed to go outside again?'

I had been inside of almost three weeks now and that seemed to drive me crazy. To be honest, I never was someone who spend most time in the outside world. I preferred the safe walls of the house I had grown up in. However, spring had just begun what meant that the weather would become much nicer, a little vitamin D could never hurt anyone.

'When you leave this place,' Lucia spoke before the lips of the boy with the green eyes could even open. 'Really?' I asked, raising my eyebrows at her. 'But the fresh air is a good thing right? It would not harm anyone to go outside for a moment and you know, just be in the open air again.'

'I agree,' the raven-haired boy suddenly said. His green eyes found mine and a smile automatically appeared on my lips. 'It would not hurt to breathe in some fresh air again and to feel the fresh grass.'

'You see,' I pointed out while my eyes left his and found Lucia's. 'I am not the only thing who craves a little bit of freedom.'

Before we could start a discussion the door swung open and Cecilia entered the room with the usual smile lying on her lips. 'Good evening,' she spoke, putting desert on the table. Her eyes soon spotter the new red-haired boy, something that made her smile grow even bigger. 'You must be the new guy!' she shrieked happily. 'My name is Cecilia,' she spoke with patients in her voice, 'how can I call you?'

'Zion,' he said and for the first time we were actually allowed to hear his voice. It was raspy and low and it gave me the creeps. 'Well, welcome Zion. If you ever need anything just ask, okay? We are a close group and I can assure you no one will be judging you.'

He nodded, not willing to speak up again. I could not blame him honestly, my first days I had acted the same way. Until I found out that the others were friendly and kind, until I found out that they indeed would not judge me. Except for Lydia maybe, but her judging me was an act of insecurity.

'Cecilia,' I spoke up before the nurse could leave. 'Do you think that Dr. Dolan will give permission to us when we ask her if we can go outside? I think some fresh air will be good for us, and the sunlight as well.'

She looked at me for a moment with doubt in her eyes before slowly nodding in agreement. 'That is a really good idea my boy,' the nurse spoke with a smile lying on her lips. 'I will ask her as soon as possible. Maybe she will even agree since tomorrow is Friday, we could go outside instead of having a game night. How does that sound?'

'Absolutely amazing,' I agreed, starting to eat the small scoop of ice cream she had given me. All the others had already finished their desserts so I had to hurry if I wanted to walk with Harry to our room. 'It might also be a good way for you to get to know each other better, it will only make you stronger as a group,' she added, as if she was trying to search for arguments to use in the discussion that she would have with our therapist.

Once I had finished my desert we were allowed to leave the dining room. My eyes found Zion's dark-brown ones and I wondered if he would find his room on his own. A part of me wanted to offer him help, but there was another part of me that told me that he could find it on his own. He was a grown men, right? The red-haired boy had not said a word to us since he had arrived something that made me decide that he could do it on his own.

Once again, my selfishness won the internal battle my mind had as I followed Harry to our room.

'He is odd,' the raven-haired boy spoke as we entered our room. My eyes fell on the frame that hung around the hole in the wall. 'I agree,' I said truthfully, 'but I must have looked the exact same way when I came in here.'

'Not exactly,' the boy with the green eyes said, 'you annoyed me, he did not.'

A laugh escaped my lips as I threw my pillow in Harry's direction. The soft material hit him in his stomach, something that made him smile evilly. 'You really should not have done that,' he said while grabbing his own pillow. Mine was gone already so when he came to attack me I had nothing to defend myself with.

'No!' I cried out, hoping that he would stop. But at the same time I hoped he would never stop acting the way he did now. His movements, his eyes and his words were all care-free. For a moment he did not seem to be the guy who had been trough the worst life could offer you, he seemed to be just like any other muggle child who lived a normal life.

'Please do not hit me!' I said again, but the raven-haired boy did not stop. He hit me softly with his pillow, making both of us laugh and giggle. I tried to run towards his bed to grab my pillow as well, but before I could get there the soft material hit my legs harshly, something that resulted me into falling on the ground.

'O God,' Harry spoke with guilt in his voice as he quickly kneeled besides me. The laughter had stopped, leaving the room all of a sudden in a silence. I covered my knee with my hands, acting like I had been hurt. 'I am so sorry, I did not mean to hurt you,' he spoke. 'Are you okay?'

My eyes wandered off to his pillow that he had placed next to him. 'My knee hurts,' I lied, hoping that Harry would be to distracted by my "pain" to not notice that my hands had grabbed his pillow.

'I am so sorry,' he spoke again as his hands grabbed my knee. A shock pulled through my entire body, making me shiver softly. His hands seemed to warm up my entire body as electric shocks seemed to enter my body. The pillow I had originally held in my hands fell on the ground again as once again the atmosphere in the room changed.

'Do not be sorry,' I spoke with a shaking, but raspy voice. 'You have nothing to be sorry about.'

I was not entirely sure if I was just talking about him hitting me with a piece of fabric anymore. I was not sure about anything else then his presence. The only thing I could think about were his hands that were still placed on my knee, about how good I felt when we were together.

And just like that we were both leaning in, again. Every fiber in my body screamed that I needed to touch him, to feel him closer and closer. I had never wanted anything more in my life than to just feel his soft looking lips on mine, to feel him.

His breath touched my face, something that resulted in me holding my breath, waiting for him to come closer. My hands travelled up to his soft hair and as his face came closer my hand were hard coding into his incredibly soft hair.

His green eyes looked into mine with nothing more than desire and love. Assuming I had the same look into mine I nodded, hoping that he would finally break the distance that was lying between our lips. The only thing that existed for me at that moment was him. He looked so breathtakingly beautiful, so precious.

But before either of us got the change to break this distance there was a knock on the door. As soon as the both of us realised in what position we were in Harry was gone. The door swung open and revealed Cecilia.

'Great news guys,' she cried out happily, 'Dr. Dolan agreed to your plan. Tomorrow morning you will finally be able to breathe in some fresh air again. Is that not great?'

Neither of us replied to her exiting words. All of a sudden I did not care about my stupid idea anymore, the only thing I could think about was a certain raven-haired boy. Reality hit me like a little harder than it normally did when I realised he had a girlfriend, and when I realised that I used to hate him. There was also a part of me questioning everything I felt about him; a boy.

When my eyes found his I saw that he must have been thinking the exact same things.