Darkness's light
Rude (Chapter 5)
**Friday Afternoon**
I rang Sarah to let her know that I can’t make it volunteering today because I have to do music assessment after school with Harry. The week went fairly fast and I didn’t end up having any type of conversation with him. He didn’t try either and as usual, I see him at the hospital every afternoon.
Surprisingly his house is at a walking distance from my house and school, so I decided to walk to his house after school. I know Harry lives in posh neighbourhood but I am not familiar with the area because practically, I have never had the reason to be around this area. The house around these areas are breath taking, gosh I didn’t know that so many people were rich in this city, oh who I am kidding so many big companies are located in our city.
OMG who can afford such house like this, it sure is one of the best houses in these areas.
Even though I can only see the top half of the beautiful eye striking mansion because of the black huge fence, I can tell that it would be the most expensive house, even around these posh areas. The golden house number 175 is written near the driveway gate that lead to the inside of the property.
Wait! Hang on, 175 that’s the number of Harry’s house. Am I in the right street?
175 Thunder Street, Hinchinbrook Av, that’s what Harry has written on this note. I decided to look at the street sign just to double check that I am in the right street and surprise…surprise it is his house. I knew he was rich but I didn’t expect him to be this rich, well really I didn’t expect a lot of things from Harry in general.
O.K. How the heck do I get to his house when it is shield with this huge fence, do I climb the fence or something? Are you stupid or something Tasman? There’s got to be something to communicate with the people from the inside to go through the drive way. Oh what do you know, you were too blind to see the voice transmitter box near the letter box.
I went up to the voice transmitter box and press on the bell button.
“Please tell me your name and your reason to be here,” I could hear an old gentle female voice on the other end of the voice transmitter. I wonder who she is, is she Harry’s mum? Grandma even?
“Oh um…my name is Tasman Lee and I am here to do music assignment with Harry Styles,” I replied through the transmitter, “Oh yes! Mr Styles told me you would be coming, please come through.” She told me again as the drive way gate open its way.
Wait the old women is calling Harry…um…Mr Styles? Is she his maid, house keeper, cleaner? Oh wow…
I thought the house well mansion was breathtaking behind the fence but seeing it in full display makes my mouth drop once more.
Harry and his rude himself makes my mouth drop, now his property makes my mouth drop….what would be next?
Words can’t even describe the beauty of this place and well how big his house/mansion is. In the distance I could see an old woman standing next to the huge glass door wearing her working clothes? A black long sleeve dress with a white apron and her face plastered a huge genuine smile. Even though seeing her sweet warming smile makes me feel better, I am still super nervous about being here and let’s not forget how rich he is either. Now knowing how rich he is it makes me even more nervous than I was before.
“Hello dear, you must be Tasman and it’s a pleasure to meet you,” she embrace me with a hug which really surprised me, well she seems really sweet.
“Mr Styles is waiting for you in his room,” she told me as she started walking inside. I walk through the glass door with an awe expression, the inside is even better, beautiful huge chandelier hanging from above, stunning paintings are all over the walls, huge lounge with really expensive furniture’s, crystal clear marble floor that literally reflects your image back and a huge smoothly shining staircase that leads to the upper part of the mansion.
I wonder how many people live in this house and how many siblings does Harry have? This house has rooms enough for fifty people are so.
“Well, are you coming dear?” The sweet old lady snap me out of my admiration as I started to follow her upstairs, there are so many rooms in this house, it is almost like a hotel and I think I could get lost easily. We reach end of the corridor stoping outside a room with a huge wooden door which I assume is Harry’s room and the old lady decided to knock on it softly.
“Mr Styles? Tasman has arrived,” there was no answer, “Harry dear? Tasman is here,” once again she tried but a bit louder, however her voice is as sweet and gentle as ever. The door swing open revealing not very please looking Harry.
Oh great, what is going to happen to me?
“Thank you Mrs. Pott and I am glad you remembered to address me by my first name or else the door wouldn’t be open eight now,” he rudely stated to her, is he always this rude and plus she is triple our age, at least talk to her nicely.
I mean she is so sweet how can he be so rude? This boy clearly hasn’t been taught well enough, is he a spoil brat without manners or something? Someone really have to teach him a lesson.
“Thank you Mrs. Pott?” I said to her with a smile on my face, she didn’t seem to be affected by Harry’s words at all as if she was used to it. She smile widely back at me as she starts to walk off to do her work?
I turned around to see Harry already went back into his room, I just stand there awkwardly not knowing whether to go in or not because he didn’t exactly offer me to go inside.
“Coming in or what?” his harsh voice made my legs move quickly into his room, “Close the door,” he demanded which made me gulp as I went and close the large door. I prefer the door open knowing that Mrs Pott might hear us if anything happens, for some reason I am really scared of Harry right now because he looks so angry and annoyed already. I feel like if I make the slightest mistake or speak a word, it would tick him off.
I am too scared to admire the beautiful huge room that is probably the size of my house, because my gaze were on him not knowing what to exactly do next. Harry is wearing a black beanie, black button up t-shirt revealing the two bird tattoos and a black skinny jean.
Does he have any other colours rather than black in his wardrobe? I mean he looks good in black but I mean seriously…
“Staring at people is rude you know,” he said not even looking at me, he tone was not harsh but it wasn’t playful either, “how do you know I was? I might actually be staring at the beautiful landscape on your wall,” I sassed back, I have no idea where all this sudden confident came from. “Are you really going to lie to me in front of my face?” he chuckled darkly as he made his way to one of the doors which probably lead to another room.
He chuckled, it wasn’t a cheeky or happy chuckled but I mean….he freaken chuckled… which I thought was not possible
I took this chance to admire the room itself, it as a shiny black and white kitchen, comfy lounge room with massive television, a soft bouncy looking queen bed, a brand new piano on the corner of the room near the stunning balcony and big book shelf with a specific study area in one side of his room. He room literally have everything, I mean everything and this is like a house inside a house to be honest.
But this boy needs more colours in his life because everything in his room is just black and white.
“It would be nice if you stop stealing things from my room with your gaze,” he accused, breaking my thoughts about his room as I turned to face him and now his got his guitar in his arm walking towards his lounge area.
“You really have a problem with accusing people, don’t you?” I questioned sternly which seems more like a statement, “Was I wrong?” he asked with one eyebrow rising, “Yes! Yes, you are wrong…your room maybe amazing compared to mine, heck your room is better than my whole house but if I have to choose between this (I wave my hand in the air meaning his room and his house) lifestyle compared to mine, I would still choose mine because at least I wouldn't be miserable,” I ranged.
Sugar honey ice tea, I must have hit the nerve, stupid you Tasman for not keeping your mouth shut and now his going to kill you.
“SHUT THE HELL UP O.K…YOU DON’T KNOW WHO I AM AND DON’T COMMENT ABOUT MY LIFE,” he boomed and I flinched at his words, I was just scared before but now I am terrified. I stand there paralyzed too dumbfounded by his reaction. His vein pops out from his neck, his fingers curled up into fist, his gaze was so intense and if look can kill I would be drop dead right here…right now.
“Grab the note pad and start writing down the lyrics,” he demands, pacing back and forth as he took his beanie out and run his long fingers through it. This actions seems to calm him down a bit, gosh this boy has some serious temper issue. I did as I was told, I've lost my voice to speak now and I quickly went to grab the note pad on the coffee table and sit on the opposite side of the lounge room.
“Umm…what do you… ummm… want to write about?” I whispered not able to find my voice, I had to ask even if I was petrified of him because what the heck am I supposed to write about? I will end up writing about dying in a hand of a stranger or something.
My voice was barely audible but he heard me as he took his seat opposite of mine, he grabs another note pad and stared smirking.
He was actually smirking at my reaction and no I was just seeing things. He is actually smirking, what the hell is wrong with this kid?
“What do you want to write about…love? Romance between two individuals? Just for your information, I am not a GIRL, so I don’t do the lovey dovey stuff alright?” he question stated as he exaggerated the word ‘Girl’ with an air quote.
He is one rude bastard.
“Excuse me? Just because I am a girl doesn’t mean that I want to write about cheesy romance songs,” I defended quite loudly and I am getting all confident once again all of a sudden.
“Whatever you say… Miss bipolar,” he accused once again, this time smirk clearly plastered on his face with one dimple popping out from his cheeks. It’s quite adorable actually if he wasn’t actually an ass.
This kid never learns does he and look who is talking, me bipolar? He was the one who just freaken yelled at me two seconds ago and now he is all smirking and stuff, yet he calls me bipolar? This kid is really getting on my nerve…
“You never learn do you and look who is talking,” I sad angrily, “hey I was just stating the truth and you know it,” he put up his hand in surrender playfully, he is really amused by this isn’t he.
Well I never thought that a playful Harry actually exists…one minute he looks like he was about to murder someone and now he is playful all of a sudden….he is bipolar that’s for sure.
I rang Sarah to let her know that I can’t make it volunteering today because I have to do music assessment after school with Harry. The week went fairly fast and I didn’t end up having any type of conversation with him. He didn’t try either and as usual, I see him at the hospital every afternoon.
Surprisingly his house is at a walking distance from my house and school, so I decided to walk to his house after school. I know Harry lives in posh neighbourhood but I am not familiar with the area because practically, I have never had the reason to be around this area. The house around these areas are breath taking, gosh I didn’t know that so many people were rich in this city, oh who I am kidding so many big companies are located in our city.
OMG who can afford such house like this, it sure is one of the best houses in these areas.
Even though I can only see the top half of the beautiful eye striking mansion because of the black huge fence, I can tell that it would be the most expensive house, even around these posh areas. The golden house number 175 is written near the driveway gate that lead to the inside of the property.
Wait! Hang on, 175 that’s the number of Harry’s house. Am I in the right street?
175 Thunder Street, Hinchinbrook Av, that’s what Harry has written on this note. I decided to look at the street sign just to double check that I am in the right street and surprise…surprise it is his house. I knew he was rich but I didn’t expect him to be this rich, well really I didn’t expect a lot of things from Harry in general.
O.K. How the heck do I get to his house when it is shield with this huge fence, do I climb the fence or something? Are you stupid or something Tasman? There’s got to be something to communicate with the people from the inside to go through the drive way. Oh what do you know, you were too blind to see the voice transmitter box near the letter box.
I went up to the voice transmitter box and press on the bell button.
“Please tell me your name and your reason to be here,” I could hear an old gentle female voice on the other end of the voice transmitter. I wonder who she is, is she Harry’s mum? Grandma even?
“Oh um…my name is Tasman Lee and I am here to do music assignment with Harry Styles,” I replied through the transmitter, “Oh yes! Mr Styles told me you would be coming, please come through.” She told me again as the drive way gate open its way.
Wait the old women is calling Harry…um…Mr Styles? Is she his maid, house keeper, cleaner? Oh wow…
I thought the house well mansion was breathtaking behind the fence but seeing it in full display makes my mouth drop once more.
Harry and his rude himself makes my mouth drop, now his property makes my mouth drop….what would be next?
Words can’t even describe the beauty of this place and well how big his house/mansion is. In the distance I could see an old woman standing next to the huge glass door wearing her working clothes? A black long sleeve dress with a white apron and her face plastered a huge genuine smile. Even though seeing her sweet warming smile makes me feel better, I am still super nervous about being here and let’s not forget how rich he is either. Now knowing how rich he is it makes me even more nervous than I was before.
“Hello dear, you must be Tasman and it’s a pleasure to meet you,” she embrace me with a hug which really surprised me, well she seems really sweet.
“Mr Styles is waiting for you in his room,” she told me as she started walking inside. I walk through the glass door with an awe expression, the inside is even better, beautiful huge chandelier hanging from above, stunning paintings are all over the walls, huge lounge with really expensive furniture’s, crystal clear marble floor that literally reflects your image back and a huge smoothly shining staircase that leads to the upper part of the mansion.
I wonder how many people live in this house and how many siblings does Harry have? This house has rooms enough for fifty people are so.
“Well, are you coming dear?” The sweet old lady snap me out of my admiration as I started to follow her upstairs, there are so many rooms in this house, it is almost like a hotel and I think I could get lost easily. We reach end of the corridor stoping outside a room with a huge wooden door which I assume is Harry’s room and the old lady decided to knock on it softly.
“Mr Styles? Tasman has arrived,” there was no answer, “Harry dear? Tasman is here,” once again she tried but a bit louder, however her voice is as sweet and gentle as ever. The door swing open revealing not very please looking Harry.
Oh great, what is going to happen to me?
“Thank you Mrs. Pott and I am glad you remembered to address me by my first name or else the door wouldn’t be open eight now,” he rudely stated to her, is he always this rude and plus she is triple our age, at least talk to her nicely.
I mean she is so sweet how can he be so rude? This boy clearly hasn’t been taught well enough, is he a spoil brat without manners or something? Someone really have to teach him a lesson.
“Thank you Mrs. Pott?” I said to her with a smile on my face, she didn’t seem to be affected by Harry’s words at all as if she was used to it. She smile widely back at me as she starts to walk off to do her work?
I turned around to see Harry already went back into his room, I just stand there awkwardly not knowing whether to go in or not because he didn’t exactly offer me to go inside.
“Coming in or what?” his harsh voice made my legs move quickly into his room, “Close the door,” he demanded which made me gulp as I went and close the large door. I prefer the door open knowing that Mrs Pott might hear us if anything happens, for some reason I am really scared of Harry right now because he looks so angry and annoyed already. I feel like if I make the slightest mistake or speak a word, it would tick him off.
I am too scared to admire the beautiful huge room that is probably the size of my house, because my gaze were on him not knowing what to exactly do next. Harry is wearing a black beanie, black button up t-shirt revealing the two bird tattoos and a black skinny jean.
Does he have any other colours rather than black in his wardrobe? I mean he looks good in black but I mean seriously…
“Staring at people is rude you know,” he said not even looking at me, he tone was not harsh but it wasn’t playful either, “how do you know I was? I might actually be staring at the beautiful landscape on your wall,” I sassed back, I have no idea where all this sudden confident came from. “Are you really going to lie to me in front of my face?” he chuckled darkly as he made his way to one of the doors which probably lead to another room.
He chuckled, it wasn’t a cheeky or happy chuckled but I mean….he freaken chuckled… which I thought was not possible
I took this chance to admire the room itself, it as a shiny black and white kitchen, comfy lounge room with massive television, a soft bouncy looking queen bed, a brand new piano on the corner of the room near the stunning balcony and big book shelf with a specific study area in one side of his room. He room literally have everything, I mean everything and this is like a house inside a house to be honest.
But this boy needs more colours in his life because everything in his room is just black and white.
“It would be nice if you stop stealing things from my room with your gaze,” he accused, breaking my thoughts about his room as I turned to face him and now his got his guitar in his arm walking towards his lounge area.
“You really have a problem with accusing people, don’t you?” I questioned sternly which seems more like a statement, “Was I wrong?” he asked with one eyebrow rising, “Yes! Yes, you are wrong…your room maybe amazing compared to mine, heck your room is better than my whole house but if I have to choose between this (I wave my hand in the air meaning his room and his house) lifestyle compared to mine, I would still choose mine because at least I wouldn't be miserable,” I ranged.
Sugar honey ice tea, I must have hit the nerve, stupid you Tasman for not keeping your mouth shut and now his going to kill you.
“SHUT THE HELL UP O.K…YOU DON’T KNOW WHO I AM AND DON’T COMMENT ABOUT MY LIFE,” he boomed and I flinched at his words, I was just scared before but now I am terrified. I stand there paralyzed too dumbfounded by his reaction. His vein pops out from his neck, his fingers curled up into fist, his gaze was so intense and if look can kill I would be drop dead right here…right now.
“Grab the note pad and start writing down the lyrics,” he demands, pacing back and forth as he took his beanie out and run his long fingers through it. This actions seems to calm him down a bit, gosh this boy has some serious temper issue. I did as I was told, I've lost my voice to speak now and I quickly went to grab the note pad on the coffee table and sit on the opposite side of the lounge room.
“Umm…what do you… ummm… want to write about?” I whispered not able to find my voice, I had to ask even if I was petrified of him because what the heck am I supposed to write about? I will end up writing about dying in a hand of a stranger or something.
My voice was barely audible but he heard me as he took his seat opposite of mine, he grabs another note pad and stared smirking.
He was actually smirking at my reaction and no I was just seeing things. He is actually smirking, what the hell is wrong with this kid?
“What do you want to write about…love? Romance between two individuals? Just for your information, I am not a GIRL, so I don’t do the lovey dovey stuff alright?” he question stated as he exaggerated the word ‘Girl’ with an air quote.
He is one rude bastard.
“Excuse me? Just because I am a girl doesn’t mean that I want to write about cheesy romance songs,” I defended quite loudly and I am getting all confident once again all of a sudden.
“Whatever you say… Miss bipolar,” he accused once again, this time smirk clearly plastered on his face with one dimple popping out from his cheeks. It’s quite adorable actually if he wasn’t actually an ass.
This kid never learns does he and look who is talking, me bipolar? He was the one who just freaken yelled at me two seconds ago and now he is all smirking and stuff, yet he calls me bipolar? This kid is really getting on my nerve…
“You never learn do you and look who is talking,” I sad angrily, “hey I was just stating the truth and you know it,” he put up his hand in surrender playfully, he is really amused by this isn’t he.
Well I never thought that a playful Harry actually exists…one minute he looks like he was about to murder someone and now he is playful all of a sudden….he is bipolar that’s for sure.
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