Darkness's light
Morning realization (Chapter 8)
**The Next morning**
(Harry P.O.V)
I woke up feeling warmer than usual, the smell of strawberry shampoo filled my nostril and my arm is wrapped around a really bare soft smooth skin.
Wait! Someone is sleeping beside me and did I have another one night stand? I didn't recall getting drunk yesterday…
I flustered my eyes to open up from the bright morning sunlight and then I realized, no I didn't get drunk, I am not sharing my bed with a one night stand but instead there she was, Tasman, sleeping peacefully next to me. Her left cheek is no longer red anymore and her wound seems to be looking much better compared to yesterday.
“Lily…stop tickling me,” I heard her giggled, “I am awake Lily…please stop,” she giggled even louder but her eyes are still close.
Who is Lily? Is she sleep talking?
I moved my head back and forth near her cheek trying to find out what is actually happening, but then I realized I was the one tickling her with my hair without realizing it. But her giggles were quite cute which made me laughed.
“Ahhhh,” she screamed as she open her eyes from my laugh and kick me off the bed making me fall backward hitting my head on the wooden floor.
“Oh my God…where the heck am I? Why am I sleeping next to a boy... why am I wearing boys’ clothes? Oh thank God, I am still wearing clothes…that mean nothing must have happened yesterday,” Tasman asked herself which I assume that I wasn’t supposed to hear, once again I laughed at her reaction, it was so amusing seeing her all scared and nervous about being in a bed with a boy.
Is she really this innocent? Of course she is…. Am laughing how many times now and it haven’t even been a full day yet, in fact it is still very early in the morning. Yep…I’ve never been this happy like this in ages.
I got up from the floor and sit on the edge of bed. Tasman looked at me as if her eyes were about to popped out from her face not because of my feature but because of the lack of clothing I am wearing. She covered her face in a palm feeling all embarrassed. I only wore sweat pants and nothing else. Her reaction makes me think that she haven’t seen a shirtless guy before, but its America for goodness sake, of course she has but maybe just surprised to be in the same room as them?
“Why aren’t you wearing any clothes Harry? And God...please tell me we didn’t do… ‘it’?” she asked with her face still hiding behind her hands, which I assume she is trying to hide her blushing face and for the hundredth time this morning, here I am laughing at her questions again. “I am wearing clothes, what are you talking about?” I question cheekily, “and no nothing happened alright, you woke up in the middle of the night screaming…so I came and check on you to make sure you are o.k. but you were only having nightmares about you know…and you told me to stay with you…so I did and nothing happened…I promise,” I explained seriously but not in a harsh tone.
I would never take advantage of her vulnerable state and it’s just so wrong even thinking about it.
“What is the time? I have to go to the hospital…omg I can’t be late or else Sarah would kill me…” Tasman got all panicked and I am sure her work doesn’t start this early and I mean it is only six in the morning.
“Tass, please calm down…it is only six in the morning and what time does your work start anyway?” I question and what does she do on Saturday anyway? Sing for the whole day?
“Oh that’s a relief and work starts at eight,” she sign lying back down on the bed, “probably I should head back to get ready,” she continued.
“Nope, no way in hell you are walking alone again after what happened last night,” I protest, “Harry, no one is going to attack me in broad daylight,” she fights back, laughing a little even, “well I am not taking my chances and what if I wasn’t able to rescue you next time?” I asked obnoxiously.
“Since when do you care about my safety Harry? The last time I check you can’t stand being around me…remember?” She quizzed in a serious tone. She is right, why do I all of a sudden care about her? I made it clear not only to her but myself that I don’t want to get to know her…
Because she is different from the other girls…
A tiny voice at the back of my mind reminded me, no Tasman the same as the others, popular and arrogant. I don’t want to be around arrogant popular kids like Tasman’s group, even though I am arrogant myself but deep down inside I know she is different. She is not like the other popular kids around the school and she is the first girl who doesn't seem to care about my looks. Don’t want to brag but normally girls tend to be all over me, but then there’s Tasman, who seems like she can’t stand my presence at all.
“That’s what I thought because you really don’t,” she said harshly getting off the bed grabbing her now clean clothes from my night stand which Mrs Pott gave to me late last night and walked off to the bathroom. I didn’t know how long I was thinking for but since I didn’t replied to her questions she probably assumed I didn’t care about her, which I don’t.
Wait! Do I actually care about Tasman Lee?
I have never let anyone wear my clothes and I have a lot of one night stands but none has actually been to my house, let alone sleep on my bed. I am not going to lie but Tasman looks really sexy with my clothes, man that girl can pull off anything, from the first time I saw her I thought she was hot and now with my clothes she looks ever better.
She came out in the bath room with her old clothes looking great as new and started to walk towards my door. “Where are you going?” I asked, confused on what she is doing, “I am walking home Harry,” She replied bluntly. “Like I said, you are not walking home,” I said this time more sternly as I started walking towards her putting a t-shirt on along with a beanie.
I walk past her and went straight to my car, which she follow not far behind. The drive was quite the only time she talks is when she instruct me directions to her home and once we reached her house, she gets off without saying a word.
“Thank you Harry…for letting me stay at yours yesterday,” she said after standing there for what it seems like forever with the car door open. It was as if she was debating internally with herself whether to thank me or not and with a tight smile, she walks off.
(Harry P.O.V)
I woke up feeling warmer than usual, the smell of strawberry shampoo filled my nostril and my arm is wrapped around a really bare soft smooth skin.
Wait! Someone is sleeping beside me and did I have another one night stand? I didn't recall getting drunk yesterday…
I flustered my eyes to open up from the bright morning sunlight and then I realized, no I didn't get drunk, I am not sharing my bed with a one night stand but instead there she was, Tasman, sleeping peacefully next to me. Her left cheek is no longer red anymore and her wound seems to be looking much better compared to yesterday.
“Lily…stop tickling me,” I heard her giggled, “I am awake Lily…please stop,” she giggled even louder but her eyes are still close.
Who is Lily? Is she sleep talking?
I moved my head back and forth near her cheek trying to find out what is actually happening, but then I realized I was the one tickling her with my hair without realizing it. But her giggles were quite cute which made me laughed.
“Ahhhh,” she screamed as she open her eyes from my laugh and kick me off the bed making me fall backward hitting my head on the wooden floor.
“Oh my God…where the heck am I? Why am I sleeping next to a boy... why am I wearing boys’ clothes? Oh thank God, I am still wearing clothes…that mean nothing must have happened yesterday,” Tasman asked herself which I assume that I wasn’t supposed to hear, once again I laughed at her reaction, it was so amusing seeing her all scared and nervous about being in a bed with a boy.
Is she really this innocent? Of course she is…. Am laughing how many times now and it haven’t even been a full day yet, in fact it is still very early in the morning. Yep…I’ve never been this happy like this in ages.
I got up from the floor and sit on the edge of bed. Tasman looked at me as if her eyes were about to popped out from her face not because of my feature but because of the lack of clothing I am wearing. She covered her face in a palm feeling all embarrassed. I only wore sweat pants and nothing else. Her reaction makes me think that she haven’t seen a shirtless guy before, but its America for goodness sake, of course she has but maybe just surprised to be in the same room as them?
“Why aren’t you wearing any clothes Harry? And God...please tell me we didn’t do… ‘it’?” she asked with her face still hiding behind her hands, which I assume she is trying to hide her blushing face and for the hundredth time this morning, here I am laughing at her questions again. “I am wearing clothes, what are you talking about?” I question cheekily, “and no nothing happened alright, you woke up in the middle of the night screaming…so I came and check on you to make sure you are o.k. but you were only having nightmares about you know…and you told me to stay with you…so I did and nothing happened…I promise,” I explained seriously but not in a harsh tone.
I would never take advantage of her vulnerable state and it’s just so wrong even thinking about it.
“What is the time? I have to go to the hospital…omg I can’t be late or else Sarah would kill me…” Tasman got all panicked and I am sure her work doesn’t start this early and I mean it is only six in the morning.
“Tass, please calm down…it is only six in the morning and what time does your work start anyway?” I question and what does she do on Saturday anyway? Sing for the whole day?
“Oh that’s a relief and work starts at eight,” she sign lying back down on the bed, “probably I should head back to get ready,” she continued.
“Nope, no way in hell you are walking alone again after what happened last night,” I protest, “Harry, no one is going to attack me in broad daylight,” she fights back, laughing a little even, “well I am not taking my chances and what if I wasn’t able to rescue you next time?” I asked obnoxiously.
“Since when do you care about my safety Harry? The last time I check you can’t stand being around me…remember?” She quizzed in a serious tone. She is right, why do I all of a sudden care about her? I made it clear not only to her but myself that I don’t want to get to know her…
Because she is different from the other girls…
A tiny voice at the back of my mind reminded me, no Tasman the same as the others, popular and arrogant. I don’t want to be around arrogant popular kids like Tasman’s group, even though I am arrogant myself but deep down inside I know she is different. She is not like the other popular kids around the school and she is the first girl who doesn't seem to care about my looks. Don’t want to brag but normally girls tend to be all over me, but then there’s Tasman, who seems like she can’t stand my presence at all.
“That’s what I thought because you really don’t,” she said harshly getting off the bed grabbing her now clean clothes from my night stand which Mrs Pott gave to me late last night and walked off to the bathroom. I didn’t know how long I was thinking for but since I didn’t replied to her questions she probably assumed I didn’t care about her, which I don’t.
Wait! Do I actually care about Tasman Lee?
I have never let anyone wear my clothes and I have a lot of one night stands but none has actually been to my house, let alone sleep on my bed. I am not going to lie but Tasman looks really sexy with my clothes, man that girl can pull off anything, from the first time I saw her I thought she was hot and now with my clothes she looks ever better.
She came out in the bath room with her old clothes looking great as new and started to walk towards my door. “Where are you going?” I asked, confused on what she is doing, “I am walking home Harry,” She replied bluntly. “Like I said, you are not walking home,” I said this time more sternly as I started walking towards her putting a t-shirt on along with a beanie.
I walk past her and went straight to my car, which she follow not far behind. The drive was quite the only time she talks is when she instruct me directions to her home and once we reached her house, she gets off without saying a word.
“Thank you Harry…for letting me stay at yours yesterday,” she said after standing there for what it seems like forever with the car door open. It was as if she was debating internally with herself whether to thank me or not and with a tight smile, she walks off.
Notes
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