Aerial || Harry Styles au

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aer·i·al
ˈerēəl/
adjective
1.
existing, happening, or operating in the air.
"an aerial battle"

i see her. she is right there. if only i could just touch her silky-looking dirty blonde hair. if only. if only i could touch her sweet, slightly-pink cheeks. if only. if only i could hold her in my arms. if only. all of these "if only"s, and i cannot do a thing about them. i am just not close enough, and if i were, she would see me. she would be the opposite of delighted, she would be frightened. after all, don't most people act that way once they see an aerial boy. yes, most people are. because, you see, it is not very often you see a boy take flight, a boy fly. but, i am not a boy, i am a man. a man i am. if you call twenty-two years of age a man, then yes, i suppose i am. sometimes i do not feel that way, though. i feel frightened, like i am back in Holmes Chapel. i only feel this way around her. i need something to make her not be afraid of it, of me. this gift i have, could be called a gift, it could also be called a disposer. it disposes me of most contact, with anyone who see my feet go an inch above the side-walk. an inch above the hard, cement roads. so yes, it could be called a disposer, but i cannot think of it that way. for if i did, that would take away my happy thoughts, and those, those are what able my ability. tomorrow i think, tomorrow i may see her. talk to her. i just hope i am given the chance, for if not, i am not sure how i will feel. undoubtedly unhappy, but what is that to feel when i need it. i need her. i need them. the thoughts, of her, of friends, of happiness.