Darkness's light
Warmth (Chapter 14)
**At the hospital**
(Harry P.O.V)
“Hi mum, I have so much to tell you about my weekend,” I greet my mum walking into her room and kiss her on the cheeks. I was about to put the lotus flower into the vase but I didn’t see the dying lotus flower from Thursday, in fact I saw beautiful white roses that still quite fresh.
Where did these flowers come from? Who has been here rather than the doctors or nurses? I am sure these flowers are not from them….heck it would never be the devil himself….
I decided to push myself away as I place the lotus flower in the vase with the roses. I told my mum about everything, about what happened on Friday night with Tasman, which makes me hate myself thinking about it and I told my mum about Tasman siblings.
I ask my mum what would have happened if my dad wasn't like whom he is now, would I have more siblings because I really wanted one and I know it is too late now. Ever since I started school, my conversation with my mum always end up leading to Tasman, I don’t know why but she always tend to creep into our, well my conversation.
“I am surprise she is not frighten of me mum, I mean she have seen me beat the life out of two men already,” I told her, I really am surprise that Tasman still sticks around me after these incident even though she knows what I am capable of.
All the girls I’ve met in the past wouldn’t dare to look at me after they've seen the monster side of who I am because they were too scared but Tasman, she doesn’t seem to be effected by my temper issue.
Well she is different and you know it from the start….
My subconscious reminded me, Tasman really is different and whenever I am around her I feel this warmth inside me that I’ve never experienced before. It is not the same warmth that you get from your mum or any type of family members….I don’t exactly know what it is...I didn’t even feel this warmth with her…this warmth is something I have no clue to.
“She is different mum ….I know I’ve only known her for a week but I feel like I have known her ever since I could remember….Tasman brings that joyful side of me just like her mum…” I explained.
(Tasman P.O.V)
It is now eight at night and I have just finished packing up my music equipment, I saw Harry walks out about fifteen minutes ago and I am still curious about who he is seeing every day. I walk out of the hospital and about to jog home because tonight is one of those cloudy nights were the moon or the stars are not visible which makes me feel worse about walking home alone.
“Tasman…like I said…no more walking home alone during the night,” I heard Harry yelled from the car park making his way to me, “Well what choice do I have? I don’t have my car licence yet and plus why are you still here? I saw you leave fifteen minutes ago…” I said.
“Let’s go,” he demand, which I don’t exactly know what he mean and I give him the confuse face. “Are you that dumb? Follow me…I am driving you home,” he states, did he stay at the hospital just so he could drive me home?
No, he would never do that…it must have been a coincident…
“Well coming? We don’t have all night for you to decide,” he adds, the drive home was quite but it was definitely an awkward silence because it seems like we both have something to say but afraid to speak first.
The radio plays quietly in the background, until I heard Taylor Swift song ‘Blank Space,’ starts to play and I decided to turn the volume up. “I hate this song,” Harry states and turned it off. “Hey! I like this song,” I argued back turning it back on, which only made him turn it off again and I turned it back on again.
“Harry keep your eyes on the road or we will crash,” I told him turning the song back on again, “no…hearing that song going to make me crash,” he fights back which made me giggled.
“Aww Taylor Swift is not that bad,” I said which made him scoffed, “she writes about her epic fail love life because she can’t keep them…that’s just rubbish,” I scoffed this time, rolling my eyes at his statement, “at least women can relate to her situations…men these days can’t accept to just fall for one girl anymore…what a sad world,” I clarified, which made me realize how our generation has changed compared to twenty years ago.
“Since when is that statement true? That is very stereotypical view isn’t? I can say the same to women” he states his opinion, well he is right as well but still women gets hurt more than men does. I didn’t answer or think of a comeback to his point of view since we are already at my house.
“Thanks for the ride Harry,” I thanked him and walked off.
**Tuesday Lunchtime**
(Harry P.O.V)
“Harry…mined if I join you?” I could hear a high pitch male voice yelling from the other side of the field and I didn’t know anyone actually comes here.
“I am Louis by the way, I didn’t know you play…well I don’t know you at all actually but we can change that,” he states approaching my direction grabbing one of the spare balls from the ground and starts juggling.
“You are not so bad for an American,” I joke, “oh you better take that back…not all American are bad at football you know,” he sassed back, he actually calls it football as well unlike most Americans, I think I will like this kid.
We started dribbling, shooting and doing all sorts of tricks. “How long have you played?” he asked, “I haven’t played for any team or club but I just play it for the fun of it,” I replied, “you pretty dam good at it though, you should join my club…I am sure the coach would love you,” he compliment.
The light conversation continue in a nice flow until lunch was over, Louis told me about himself and how he live in all girls home with him being the only male in the house. He told me that he played soccer ever since he could remember and that he met Tass in there freshman years. He told me they are really close and she is just like a little sister to him. I am glad he didn’t ask too many question about me and my life in England.
“Come and sit with us at lunch Hazz, the group would enjoy your company,” he pat me in the shoulder and walks off.
Hazz? Is he giving me a nickname already?
(Harry P.O.V)
“Hi mum, I have so much to tell you about my weekend,” I greet my mum walking into her room and kiss her on the cheeks. I was about to put the lotus flower into the vase but I didn’t see the dying lotus flower from Thursday, in fact I saw beautiful white roses that still quite fresh.
Where did these flowers come from? Who has been here rather than the doctors or nurses? I am sure these flowers are not from them….heck it would never be the devil himself….
I decided to push myself away as I place the lotus flower in the vase with the roses. I told my mum about everything, about what happened on Friday night with Tasman, which makes me hate myself thinking about it and I told my mum about Tasman siblings.
I ask my mum what would have happened if my dad wasn't like whom he is now, would I have more siblings because I really wanted one and I know it is too late now. Ever since I started school, my conversation with my mum always end up leading to Tasman, I don’t know why but she always tend to creep into our, well my conversation.
“I am surprise she is not frighten of me mum, I mean she have seen me beat the life out of two men already,” I told her, I really am surprise that Tasman still sticks around me after these incident even though she knows what I am capable of.
All the girls I’ve met in the past wouldn’t dare to look at me after they've seen the monster side of who I am because they were too scared but Tasman, she doesn’t seem to be effected by my temper issue.
Well she is different and you know it from the start….
My subconscious reminded me, Tasman really is different and whenever I am around her I feel this warmth inside me that I’ve never experienced before. It is not the same warmth that you get from your mum or any type of family members….I don’t exactly know what it is...I didn’t even feel this warmth with her…this warmth is something I have no clue to.
“She is different mum ….I know I’ve only known her for a week but I feel like I have known her ever since I could remember….Tasman brings that joyful side of me just like her mum…” I explained.
(Tasman P.O.V)
It is now eight at night and I have just finished packing up my music equipment, I saw Harry walks out about fifteen minutes ago and I am still curious about who he is seeing every day. I walk out of the hospital and about to jog home because tonight is one of those cloudy nights were the moon or the stars are not visible which makes me feel worse about walking home alone.
“Tasman…like I said…no more walking home alone during the night,” I heard Harry yelled from the car park making his way to me, “Well what choice do I have? I don’t have my car licence yet and plus why are you still here? I saw you leave fifteen minutes ago…” I said.
“Let’s go,” he demand, which I don’t exactly know what he mean and I give him the confuse face. “Are you that dumb? Follow me…I am driving you home,” he states, did he stay at the hospital just so he could drive me home?
No, he would never do that…it must have been a coincident…
“Well coming? We don’t have all night for you to decide,” he adds, the drive home was quite but it was definitely an awkward silence because it seems like we both have something to say but afraid to speak first.
The radio plays quietly in the background, until I heard Taylor Swift song ‘Blank Space,’ starts to play and I decided to turn the volume up. “I hate this song,” Harry states and turned it off. “Hey! I like this song,” I argued back turning it back on, which only made him turn it off again and I turned it back on again.
“Harry keep your eyes on the road or we will crash,” I told him turning the song back on again, “no…hearing that song going to make me crash,” he fights back which made me giggled.
“Aww Taylor Swift is not that bad,” I said which made him scoffed, “she writes about her epic fail love life because she can’t keep them…that’s just rubbish,” I scoffed this time, rolling my eyes at his statement, “at least women can relate to her situations…men these days can’t accept to just fall for one girl anymore…what a sad world,” I clarified, which made me realize how our generation has changed compared to twenty years ago.
“Since when is that statement true? That is very stereotypical view isn’t? I can say the same to women” he states his opinion, well he is right as well but still women gets hurt more than men does. I didn’t answer or think of a comeback to his point of view since we are already at my house.
“Thanks for the ride Harry,” I thanked him and walked off.
**Tuesday Lunchtime**
(Harry P.O.V)
“Harry…mined if I join you?” I could hear a high pitch male voice yelling from the other side of the field and I didn’t know anyone actually comes here.
“I am Louis by the way, I didn’t know you play…well I don’t know you at all actually but we can change that,” he states approaching my direction grabbing one of the spare balls from the ground and starts juggling.
“You are not so bad for an American,” I joke, “oh you better take that back…not all American are bad at football you know,” he sassed back, he actually calls it football as well unlike most Americans, I think I will like this kid.
We started dribbling, shooting and doing all sorts of tricks. “How long have you played?” he asked, “I haven’t played for any team or club but I just play it for the fun of it,” I replied, “you pretty dam good at it though, you should join my club…I am sure the coach would love you,” he compliment.
The light conversation continue in a nice flow until lunch was over, Louis told me about himself and how he live in all girls home with him being the only male in the house. He told me that he played soccer ever since he could remember and that he met Tass in there freshman years. He told me they are really close and she is just like a little sister to him. I am glad he didn’t ask too many question about me and my life in England.
“Come and sit with us at lunch Hazz, the group would enjoy your company,” he pat me in the shoulder and walks off.
Hazz? Is he giving me a nickname already?
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