Harry never considered himself social.

In fact, he didn't consider himself a lot of things. Social, athletic, funny, or even moderately interesting would be on that list. But the thing is, he really didn't care.

If you would take a look at Greenview High School, one of Harry's least favorite places in the world, you would notice that everyone, and that means everyone, is loud and talkative.

But not Harry.

Now, Harry doesn't hate school because he's being bullied or anything. Actually, everyone just leaves him alone. No, he hates it because it just doesn't suit him. Nothing that he is being taught interests him in the slightest.

He sits in the same classrooms every day every week doing the same stuff that he could honestly live without. He sits quietly at his desk in the back of the room and usually daydreams.

Harry doesn't have any actual friends. He may consider the books that are stacked up in his bedroom actual friends, but apparently that's not how things work in the normal world.

But for some reason, he is perfectly fine with this. He is totally fine with being the introvert of the class. Alone, with his own thoughts, and his own opinions. He doesn't need anyone else.

Or so he thought.

~*~

For Harry's 18th birthday, he was given many presents, but one really stuck with him.

His notebook.

He didn't like to write, or draw. But for some reason he just really liked his notebook. It gave him a chance to gather his thoughts and just let them all out on a sheet of paper. He would write about his day, or doodle his annoying classmates, or just write one word over and over again. He would do anything to clear his mind for a while.

Harry's mother, Anne, would encourage him to take his notebook to the park to write. This was probably because he was always in is room, in the dark, with only a lamp as a light source while he doodled.

He didn't particularly like this idea, considering the fact that there are probably going to be people at the park. But, he couldn't say no to her.

And that's how he ended up finding his favorite place in the world.

Harry walked to the park, his notebook tucked under his arm. He avoided everyone's gazes and just kept his eyes on the grass below him. Just as he thought, there were people there, and it infuriated him. That may be dramatic, but he can't help it. He just doesn't like people.

Well, more specifically, loud and annoying people. And the park was full of them.

He grimaced at them, then kept walking until he found somewhere to sit down. And when he found that certain spot, little did he know that that spot would change his life.

He sat cross legged in the grass, under a big willow tree. He leaned against the thick trunk, and took out his notebook and pencil. He sighed, then drew random lines all over the paper. He wrote down his name, then his mum's name, then dad's name, then drew a bird. It may seem pointless and boring, but it was Harry's favorite thing to do.

He had just finished drawing another bird when he was hit by a yellow frisbee. It knocked the notebook out of his hands, and he groaned. A little girl ran over to him and picked it up, her cheeks flushed.

"I'm sorry," she said.

Harry shook his head.

"It's fine."

She gave him another apologetic look, then ran back over to wherever she had come from. A little boy met her halfway, and she said something, causing them to look back at Harry.

They noticed that he was still looking at them, and the little boy waved.

"Hi!" he said.

Harry lifted his hand up in a wave, then the little kids ran away. Harry rolled his eyes, then looked down at his open notebook. He then decided he had enough for today.

He looked up one more time and saw those kids running around, probably playing tag. He shook his head, then wrote down Hi in the book, just because it's what that little boy said. He then tore out that page, and put it in his pocket, telling himself he'll throw it away at home.

He stood up and tucked the notebook under his arm again. But as he stood, the little paper fell out without him knowing.

~*~

An hour later, a feathery haired 19 year old boy found the paper.

Hi, it said.

He looked around, but didn't see anyone. He almost dropped the paper, but at the last second he grabbed a pen out of his backpack and wrote something under the Hi.

Hello :)

Little did he know that his simple hello would lead to.