Darkness's light
Understanding (Chapter 19)
**Wednesday**
(Tasman P.O.V)
Harry wasn’t at school on Monday or Tuesday which made me worried sick, on top of that he didn’t go and visit the person in the critical ward like he used to everyday.
Did the person past away?
I am not exactly sure why Harry’s have been away, so I was back to jogging home again and today he has been avoiding me the whole day. Something seems off about Harry today, I don’t exactly know what but all I know is that something is not right. I tried talking to him over a hundred times today but all he does was ignored my presence.
“Who is this? What is your reason to be here?” a male British voice answered through the voice transmitter that I am very unfamiliar with, “Tasman Lee and I am here to see Harry…Harry Styles,” I replied.
Who is this man? Is he a new house keeper or some sort? Harry’s dad?
“Oh…please do come in sweetheart,” the man replied sweetheart, so I decided to walk through the gate and towards Harry’s house. Since Harry pretty much ignore my presence today I decided to come to his house, we really need to talk and I am really worried about him at the moment, despite the way he treats me. I rang Sarah letting her known that I can’t make it which she gladly didn’t mind.
As I walk in through the front door I was greeted with huge smile from a middle age man about my father’s age and this man looks exactly like Harry, brown curly hair, dimples and green eyes. This man still looks very healthy and well-built for his age.
Wow…I can see where Harry gets his looks from...
“Hello love, I am Des Styles….I am Harry’s father,” he hold out his hand offering a handshake, he greeted me sweetly except when he says the word ‘Father’ which he made a disgusted face and if I wasn’t observing properly I would have missed it, but I didn’t. Since he was a sweet man I decided to ignore that little moment of his. “Tasman…Tasman Lee, it’s a pleasure to meet you Mr Styles,” I replied politely accepting the handshake.
“Harold is not at home at the moment but I am sure he will be back soon,” he says, “so how long have you and Harold have been friend…or should I say girlfriend?” he asks smirking at he, “oh no…I’ve only known Harry for three weeks and well he is my partner for an assignment,” I replied quickly to make sure Harry’s father doesn’t get any ideas.
What’s with the name Harold though? Is that like Harry’s real name or something?
“Well that’s a shame then….you are way out of his league anyway,” he chuckled which almost make me choke on my own spit.
Me…out of Harry league? What is he talking about…haven’t this man seen his son…everywhere he goes women are hawking at him like a piece of meat….Harry is the one that is out of my league…
(Harry P.O.V)
I have decided to work on weekdays now as well, I have told my mum about the situation and why I am doing this. I also told her that the devil himself is back so I wanted to get away once I am eighteen years of age. I have missed two days of school, well I took Tuesday off to clear my head and think of what I am actually doing. I didn’t exactly ignore Tasman today but I was just so spaced out that I didn’t hear what she was actually saying to me and since HE is back, I can’t think of anything else but what he would do to ruin me.
Mr Lee told me to finish work early today because he thinks I should get a proper rest since I have bags under my eyes from the lack of sleeps. Since He can back, I can’t even sleep so I stay up thinking the whole night and since I am not going to visit my mum everyday now due to work I didn’t end up picking up Tasman either. I am worried about her walking home at night without a doubt but I really need the money for my mum and myself if I want to get away from the devil.
**Harry’s House**
I could hear laughter as I walk up to my front porch, two very familiar laughter and I once I saw who they were my bloods boiled with anger. “What the FUCK are you doing here Tasman?” I spit, she flinched from my harsh tone and word.
“Harold how come you didn’t tell me about this… beautiful young lady son?” HE (Harry’s dad btw) asks with a smirk plastered on his face that makes me want to smash into pieces but the way he use ‘Beautiful’ to describe Tasman makes me want to vomit.
“Don’t fucking call me that….Tasman lets go…I am taking you home,” I growled, “Harry don’t talk to your father like that,” she answered back quite harshly, her statement makes me flip to a whole new level of aggression, “DON’T FUCKING TELL ME WHAT TO DO….HE IS NOT…MY FATHER…” I boomed.
“Are you always this RUDE to everyone? Even to your own FATHER? What is wrong with YOU?” she spits back.
OMG is she kidding me? Fucking hell….if she only knows...I hate her stubbornness sometimes…
“I like this girl… Harold,” HE states laughing at our little argument, “YOU KNOW WHAT? YOU CAN STAY WITH THIS DICKHEAD AND IF HE TRY TO RAPE YOU DON’T YOU…DARE CALL OUT MY NAME…because I WON’T BE HERE THIS TIME,” I shouted at her which echoed all over the house, her next action really took me by surprise because before I knew what was going on I could feel sting on my cheek. I am sure it will leave a mark.
She slapped me…she freaken slapped me…
**Friday**
(Tasman P.O.V)
Harry’s dad told me about Harry’s childhood and all the silly things that he did when he was little which made both of us burst out laughing. From what Harry’s dad have mention, Harry has a wonderful life growing up as a child so why did Mrs Pott told me that he has been through a lot?
Maybe he was bullied at school? And why does he have this persona when he has such a wonderful dad? Speaking of Mrs Pott she did not even appeared once during my visit and normally she was the first one to greet me. It is weird but maybe she was grocery shopping or something.
What I am trying to understand is that…why is Harry so rude to his dad? Something is definitely not right…
I really regret slapping Harry and I didn’t know what took over me. I have never slapped anyone in my who entire life but what he said on Wednesday night really made me angry. I mean who says those things to their biological dad, it was just plain rude and his attitude was disgusting. Despite what happened on Wednesday, my feelings for Harry are still the same and I hate the fact that I can’t push them away even if I wanted to.
He didn’t came to school yesterday and he hasn’t turned up today, so I doubt he will end up coming at all since it was already for our last class of the day which is Music. “Tass have you and harry finished the assignment? I can’t to hear what you guys come up with,” Niall asks excitedly, I only now realize that the assignment is due next week and we both haven’t done anything.
I am dead….I have never leave things to the last minute…ughhhh what is happening to you Tass?
“Hahah yeah….I can’t wait to see what we come up with either…” I mumbled, which is more like to myself, “what? You guys haven’t started yet? You know it IS DUE next week right?” he questions, “I know Niall, we will get it done somehow,” I replied sadly.
The music door swing open and just when I thought he wouldn’t turn up, there he was wearing his usual black skinny jean, black tank top with rolled up sleeve button up t-shirt. He looks goddam good as always and I can never deny that. He said something to Miss Bowden which made her smiled widely and she gestured him to take his seat.
He walks towards me without looking in my way taking his usual seat next to mine, “nice of you to turn up,” I joked with a smile on my face, “DON’T EVER come to MY HOUSE AGAIN…from now on…YOU are working on the assignment by YOURSELF and I’m working on MINE by MYSELF,” he spit but not too loudly, only I could hear it and with that statement I was left speechless.
Was he doing this because I slapped him on Thursday? Are you dumb Tasman? Of course he is….
“Look Harry…” I start which he cut me off, “DON’T…DON’T EVER…I mean EVER talk to me again…I thought you were different…but now I can clearly see that you are not,” he said harshly. I don’t exactly know what he means but those words stab me like a knife penetrated through my heart.
What does he mean he thought I was different? Different from whom….these people?
“So what that’s it? Are like going to pretend that we don’t know each other for the rest of the year?” I asked quite harshly as well, “Well I LIKED it better when I DIDN’T know YOU…,” he spit.
If I thought a knife was stabbing through my heart by his words before…well now it is shattered into pieces and it is being stomped on all over it…. And it freaken hurts….
(Tasman P.O.V)
Harry wasn’t at school on Monday or Tuesday which made me worried sick, on top of that he didn’t go and visit the person in the critical ward like he used to everyday.
Did the person past away?
I am not exactly sure why Harry’s have been away, so I was back to jogging home again and today he has been avoiding me the whole day. Something seems off about Harry today, I don’t exactly know what but all I know is that something is not right. I tried talking to him over a hundred times today but all he does was ignored my presence.
“Who is this? What is your reason to be here?” a male British voice answered through the voice transmitter that I am very unfamiliar with, “Tasman Lee and I am here to see Harry…Harry Styles,” I replied.
Who is this man? Is he a new house keeper or some sort? Harry’s dad?
“Oh…please do come in sweetheart,” the man replied sweetheart, so I decided to walk through the gate and towards Harry’s house. Since Harry pretty much ignore my presence today I decided to come to his house, we really need to talk and I am really worried about him at the moment, despite the way he treats me. I rang Sarah letting her known that I can’t make it which she gladly didn’t mind.
As I walk in through the front door I was greeted with huge smile from a middle age man about my father’s age and this man looks exactly like Harry, brown curly hair, dimples and green eyes. This man still looks very healthy and well-built for his age.
Wow…I can see where Harry gets his looks from...
“Hello love, I am Des Styles….I am Harry’s father,” he hold out his hand offering a handshake, he greeted me sweetly except when he says the word ‘Father’ which he made a disgusted face and if I wasn’t observing properly I would have missed it, but I didn’t. Since he was a sweet man I decided to ignore that little moment of his. “Tasman…Tasman Lee, it’s a pleasure to meet you Mr Styles,” I replied politely accepting the handshake.
“Harold is not at home at the moment but I am sure he will be back soon,” he says, “so how long have you and Harold have been friend…or should I say girlfriend?” he asks smirking at he, “oh no…I’ve only known Harry for three weeks and well he is my partner for an assignment,” I replied quickly to make sure Harry’s father doesn’t get any ideas.
What’s with the name Harold though? Is that like Harry’s real name or something?
“Well that’s a shame then….you are way out of his league anyway,” he chuckled which almost make me choke on my own spit.
Me…out of Harry league? What is he talking about…haven’t this man seen his son…everywhere he goes women are hawking at him like a piece of meat….Harry is the one that is out of my league…
(Harry P.O.V)
I have decided to work on weekdays now as well, I have told my mum about the situation and why I am doing this. I also told her that the devil himself is back so I wanted to get away once I am eighteen years of age. I have missed two days of school, well I took Tuesday off to clear my head and think of what I am actually doing. I didn’t exactly ignore Tasman today but I was just so spaced out that I didn’t hear what she was actually saying to me and since HE is back, I can’t think of anything else but what he would do to ruin me.
Mr Lee told me to finish work early today because he thinks I should get a proper rest since I have bags under my eyes from the lack of sleeps. Since He can back, I can’t even sleep so I stay up thinking the whole night and since I am not going to visit my mum everyday now due to work I didn’t end up picking up Tasman either. I am worried about her walking home at night without a doubt but I really need the money for my mum and myself if I want to get away from the devil.
**Harry’s House**
I could hear laughter as I walk up to my front porch, two very familiar laughter and I once I saw who they were my bloods boiled with anger. “What the FUCK are you doing here Tasman?” I spit, she flinched from my harsh tone and word.
“Harold how come you didn’t tell me about this… beautiful young lady son?” HE (Harry’s dad btw) asks with a smirk plastered on his face that makes me want to smash into pieces but the way he use ‘Beautiful’ to describe Tasman makes me want to vomit.
“Don’t fucking call me that….Tasman lets go…I am taking you home,” I growled, “Harry don’t talk to your father like that,” she answered back quite harshly, her statement makes me flip to a whole new level of aggression, “DON’T FUCKING TELL ME WHAT TO DO….HE IS NOT…MY FATHER…” I boomed.
“Are you always this RUDE to everyone? Even to your own FATHER? What is wrong with YOU?” she spits back.
OMG is she kidding me? Fucking hell….if she only knows...I hate her stubbornness sometimes…
“I like this girl… Harold,” HE states laughing at our little argument, “YOU KNOW WHAT? YOU CAN STAY WITH THIS DICKHEAD AND IF HE TRY TO RAPE YOU DON’T YOU…DARE CALL OUT MY NAME…because I WON’T BE HERE THIS TIME,” I shouted at her which echoed all over the house, her next action really took me by surprise because before I knew what was going on I could feel sting on my cheek. I am sure it will leave a mark.
She slapped me…she freaken slapped me…
**Friday**
(Tasman P.O.V)
Harry’s dad told me about Harry’s childhood and all the silly things that he did when he was little which made both of us burst out laughing. From what Harry’s dad have mention, Harry has a wonderful life growing up as a child so why did Mrs Pott told me that he has been through a lot?
Maybe he was bullied at school? And why does he have this persona when he has such a wonderful dad? Speaking of Mrs Pott she did not even appeared once during my visit and normally she was the first one to greet me. It is weird but maybe she was grocery shopping or something.
What I am trying to understand is that…why is Harry so rude to his dad? Something is definitely not right…
I really regret slapping Harry and I didn’t know what took over me. I have never slapped anyone in my who entire life but what he said on Wednesday night really made me angry. I mean who says those things to their biological dad, it was just plain rude and his attitude was disgusting. Despite what happened on Wednesday, my feelings for Harry are still the same and I hate the fact that I can’t push them away even if I wanted to.
He didn’t came to school yesterday and he hasn’t turned up today, so I doubt he will end up coming at all since it was already for our last class of the day which is Music. “Tass have you and harry finished the assignment? I can’t to hear what you guys come up with,” Niall asks excitedly, I only now realize that the assignment is due next week and we both haven’t done anything.
I am dead….I have never leave things to the last minute…ughhhh what is happening to you Tass?
“Hahah yeah….I can’t wait to see what we come up with either…” I mumbled, which is more like to myself, “what? You guys haven’t started yet? You know it IS DUE next week right?” he questions, “I know Niall, we will get it done somehow,” I replied sadly.
The music door swing open and just when I thought he wouldn’t turn up, there he was wearing his usual black skinny jean, black tank top with rolled up sleeve button up t-shirt. He looks goddam good as always and I can never deny that. He said something to Miss Bowden which made her smiled widely and she gestured him to take his seat.
He walks towards me without looking in my way taking his usual seat next to mine, “nice of you to turn up,” I joked with a smile on my face, “DON’T EVER come to MY HOUSE AGAIN…from now on…YOU are working on the assignment by YOURSELF and I’m working on MINE by MYSELF,” he spit but not too loudly, only I could hear it and with that statement I was left speechless.
Was he doing this because I slapped him on Thursday? Are you dumb Tasman? Of course he is….
“Look Harry…” I start which he cut me off, “DON’T…DON’T EVER…I mean EVER talk to me again…I thought you were different…but now I can clearly see that you are not,” he said harshly. I don’t exactly know what he means but those words stab me like a knife penetrated through my heart.
What does he mean he thought I was different? Different from whom….these people?
“So what that’s it? Are like going to pretend that we don’t know each other for the rest of the year?” I asked quite harshly as well, “Well I LIKED it better when I DIDN’T know YOU…,” he spit.
If I thought a knife was stabbing through my heart by his words before…well now it is shattered into pieces and it is being stomped on all over it…. And it freaken hurts….
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4/23/15