(Tasman P.O.V)

I can’t believe this sweet and cheeky side of Harry exists, boy I have witness all of his personalities in just three days, I think. Whether this boy is bipolar or his got personality disorder, I swear because his personality changes every two second.

“How did you get home?” Harry asked quite sternly now once we are inside my room, “It’s none of your business, Harry,” I replied bluntly, “just answer the dam question alright,” he spokes again harshly.

See what I mean? I don’t get this boy…he was all silly and cheeky when we were down stairs…whether this boy has a mental problem or he is really good at acting…

“I walk O.K.…now can we actually start on our music assignment now?” I ask annoyingly, well more like a statement, “you didn’t tell your parents did you?” he question once again.

“I can’t tell them Harry or else they will not let me go anywhere…alone…ever again,” I explain, “I think that’s a good idea,” he states his opinion.

“No it’s not o.k. I practically walk around here my whole life and nothing happen, the incident on Friday night… it was… I wasn’t…I’ve never been in that area…before alright…” I broke out into a sob remembering what happen on Friday.

“Look Tass, I didn’t mean to remind you of that horrible event o.k. all I am saying is that…you shouldn’t walk around by yourself anymore…well especially at night…you don’t know how many cruel people exist in this world,” he spokes softly sitting down on the edge of my bed.

Harry took out a black and white handkerchief and hand it to me. I shook my head to tell him that I don’t need it, “it is perfectly clean you know, I’ve never used this,” he replied with a genuine smile which also made me smile and I decided to use the handkerchief.

“O.k. today we actually really have to get started on something,” Harry reminds me with a smile still plastered on his face, “you don’t have to agree with this but I was wondering…um…we could write something about how people have been through…you know…hard times in their life but they don’t give up…because they know that someone is watching over them…” I explain.

“Why do you want to write about that?” he asked not rudely but curiously, “well I’ve been doing volunteer work with the cancer patients for three years now and they are the strongest people I’ve ever met even though they are in the darkest place…so if we actually write this song about something like that….it will let the people who are going through a tough time know that…you know someone will always be watching over them…whether they know it or not…,” I told him and now his facial expression went from curiosity to understanding.

I, not only want to write this song for the patients or all the people who are out there suffering but I also want to write this song for Harry specifically. He doesn’t tell me about his past, about his life or who he is but I know that he is going through a hard time in his life due to his attitude and personality.

“Well, unless you have something else in mind then that’s o.k.” I continue, “No! no, I think it’s a good idea,” he said with a tight smile, I can tell that mentioning this topic must have hit a soft spot for Harry because he now look so depress and alone.

“Harry…can I ask you a question?” I ask wanting to know more about this sad boy in front of me, I know I haven’t known him for that long but this question inside my mind is eating me alive.
“Who is the person… you go see every day… after school at the critical ward?” I question nervously, he tensed up by my question, I’ve never notice Harry’s eyes before but right now his pupil is so big making his eyes so dark that its intimidating, his eyes don’t even look human anymore and now I realize, I should have kept my mouth shut.

Before I knew what was actually going on, the boy who was sitting here on my bed two seconds ago, is now gone and I am just sitting here dumbfounded.

**Monday**

I got to school surprisingly a bit earlier today and walk down the hall way to get to our morning meeting spot before I heard shouting at the back of the school. I sprint to see what was going on and then I saw Andy criticizing, swearing and threatening Harry etc.

I didn’t know he was coming back today, heck I didn’t know when he was actually coming back…all I know was that he was in another country somewhere….he lives not too far from me…..but no his is not my boyfriend…he likes me apparently and he goes around telling everyone that I am HIS…which I really hate….plus he sleeps with all the sluts here at school yet still claim that I am his…bull poo…

“MUTE boy if I ever see you coming around to Tasman’s house…wait ever I ever see you come around her street ever again, this fucking British face of yours will be smash back all the way from fucking England,” he spit pushing Harry forcefully against the wall but Harry’s expression stays expressionless.

Andy is well built just like how Harry is but a bit shorter, I’ve never actually seen Andy fight before but I Know for a fact that Harry’s strong punches are capable of killing a human being.

“You hear me MUTE boy? Or maybe you are DEAF too, Tasman is MINE,” he states angrily shoving Harry against the wall once again, with that statement my bloods boil, I am not his, he have no right to go around and harass Harry.

“ANDY…don’t you DARE threaten him…I AM NOT YOURS AND NEVER WILL BE…When are you going to get that through your arrogant thick head….just because you have slept with everyone at school except ME doesn’t mean you can claim that I AM YOURS,” I spit as I approached Harry and him, I didn’t know where I got all this confident from because normally I am always nice to people regardless of the situation.

“Seriously Tass? You are sticking up for this MUTE boy? You wouldn’t let me fuck you but you want to fuck a MUTE,” he said in a disgusted tone and with that Harry smashed his face making him fall on the ground.

“Don’t you dare speak like that to her,” Harry growl, smashing his big fists into Andy’s now bruised bloody face over and over again. I ran towards these two men and pull Harry off Andy which he didn’t budge, “Harry stop…please,” I scream. He turns to looks at me and his dark eyes now have return to its regular colours which is the emerald green?

How did I not see these beautiful green orbs before? They glitter in the morning sunlight…wow…first it was his features, then it was his voice and now his eyes too? What other adoring thing that he still has that I don’t know about?

Notes

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