Shaking her head at his comments about the dress, Erika just thought he was silly. “I’m s-sure your hair w-would be longer then-n mine if you s-straightened it.” she said. Just imagining the site of Harry in a pink dress made Erika giggle a bit. She was quite shocked with herself. Erika hadn’t laughed so much at once ever, but he made it so easy for to laugh. Erika just couldn’t help herself really in the situation. A smile was just plastered on her face the whole time and she was glad.
“I k-know for a f-fact that I w-would capt-ture the ugliness in everyth-thing if I t-tried to draw-w” she sighed while shaking her head. Erika’s skills in art work were horrible and that was a fact. She tried to draw as child but always ended up laughing at her own tries at capturing the beauty in the smallest of things and only bringing out the ugliness really. “Oh f-for sure you’ll b-be the next-t grammy w-winner. W-with that walrus voice that-t you say y-you have.” Erika smirked.
As she watched Harry open the door and waited for her to walking, she quickly whispered the words “Thank you” and proceed in. The sight to which she had seen was nothing Erika was ready for. It was beautiful, and just not enough words were there to describe. “Oh m-my god” she said with her eyebrows raised in surprise. The only time she had ever seen such a sight was in movies of the past, in pictures of when things like this was real. Taking a few more steps inside and smiling brightly, Erika bent down and touched one of the flowers. “I-I honestly didn’t-t think I would ever s-see this all.” Erika said still stunned at the whole garden.
He gave her a look. “It couldn’t be longer, love! Yours is so long,” he said, flicking a piece of her hair off her shoulder. Harry was so happy that Erika was actually laughing. She seemed to be feeling better than before, and he was glad he was able to turn her frown upside down. “Nothing that’s drawn is ever ugly. Seriously, splatter some paint on a canvas and people will call it art and say it’s a stroke of genius,” he said with a laugh. He’d visited many museums back in the real world and he couldn’t understand how people thought tie dye splattered on the wall was art. Harry preferred everything to be perfect, precise.
“I know. I can see it now. I’ll be standing there, accepting my grammy, thanking a girl named Erika for telling me never to give up even though I can’t sing to save my life,” he laughed.
Harry nodded in agreement. “Neither did I. I only saw paintings with these kinds of flowers.” Harry reached over to his right and pulled a tulip off its stem and holding it out to Erika with a smile on his face. The orange flower was tiny, but it was beautiful - nothing he had ever seen before. “For you.”