Grains of Gold

Harry’s POV.

I like this girl. She’s smart and funny. I like texting her something she translates for a long time. I know she has some difficulties with English in expressing emotions but it’s amusing. She tries to look for a synonym to describe something and it doesn’t always right but I understand her anyway.

It was less than two weeks until the moment I came home and had some rest. Then I thought I would be able to talk more to her because time difference wouldn’t be big. I also thought we probably would talk via skype; I wanted to hear her voice.

She, her, with her... You know what is strange? I realized one thing: I.Didn’t.Know.Her.Name. You’d tell me I’m an idiot and you’d be right. How is it possible to talk to someone not knowing your partner’s name?

“Listen. Excuse me for such a silly question... What is your name? I know I’m an idiot but I really don’t know your name.”

“Haha my name is hard to pronounce. And you, English speakers, always pronounce it wrong!!!” “So you can call me Nastya or simply Nas. Nas is better.”

“Well, okay if it’s so difficult then I’ll call you Nasty, deal?”

“You’re nasty hahaha”

Great. At least now I knew her name after almost 2 month of talking. That was the biggest fail of my life.

“Perhaps haha. Never mind. So... what will you be up to when I’m at home?”

“I don’t know. I guess I’ll study and work. And I’m probably going to have some rest from time to time.”

I just wanted to reply her but she texted again.

“But you’re going to have some time online, aren’t you? Coz if you’re not it would be a pity.”

“Do you have a suitcase?” Yeah, I’m great at unexpected questions but it seems to me she stopped be surprised of it.

“That’s an interesting question. I don’t know where it is. Why are you asking? Do you want me to come to you haha?”

“Actually yes.”

“You’re kidding me, right? Nice joke then.”

“Hmm actually I’m not.”

“But you know it’s impossible?”

“For me? You think so?”

“For me, Harry!”

“Shh, please calm down Nasty” I bet she smiled and shook her head at that moment.

“I’m not Nasty, I told ya”

“I know. :) R u smiling? OK. Anyway, find your suitcase, please.”

“Harry, what are you trying to accomplish?”

“Nothing. I just want to be sure you know where your suitcase is.”

“What for?”

“Find it and check it out. Maybe it’s old and you need to get a new one.”

“I still don’t understand you.”

“Have a good night and find it tomorrow. :)”

“What? Harry, wait! Listen.” “I still don’t get your British humour and jokes like this aren’t funny.” “And the only reason we didn’t finish this conversation 2night is that it’s already late here.” “I won’t even try to find it, don’t count on me. But anyway, have a nice day, British boy. :)”

So finally in a week I made Nas find her suitcase and make a picture of it as a proof. Why? Don’t even ask, I was just having fun.


Time flies so fast when you’re busy. Two weeks have gone as 3 or 5 days. Niall decided to fly straight to Ireland, Liam and Louis flew away right after the concert and Zayn and I were the last ones to fly back home. I love these guys but sometimes I have to spend some time alone.

Our plane touched the ground in Heathrow and that woke me. I was asleep during all the way home because endless concerts and hours of flights had a strong impact on the body. All the guys were tired of the road, so we all needed some rest.

It was 5:40 in the morning when we went off the plane. I smiled. Home again. 2 weeks with family and old friends. 2 weeks of peace and calm.

When I reached home I felt relieved. Home is better than hotels, even the best ones.

-“Harry! Wow! Someone grew muscles!” – said Gemma when I was holding her tight. – “Ouch, You’ll strangle me.”

-“Someone became thinner, I think.” – Mom gave me a kiss on a cheek. – “No need to worry though, we’ll fix it.”

-“Do what you want, I missed you so much!” – I hugged her.


My room. What incomparable feeling when after long months of travelling you finally can come in your room and see nothing changes there. Perhaps it becomes cleaner.

I should tweet about that.

“Definitely love this place.”

“Found my socks that I put under my bed about 3 months ago. It’s top secret information. Don’t tell this my mom.”

-“Harry!”

I jumped because of unexpected sound of mom’s voice. So soon? How did she find out? Way too good, twitter.

-“I think I asked you to go downstairs like 20 minutes ago. I see you haven’t been home for a long time but there are other rooms here. And there’s dinner waiting for you in one of them. It won’t be waiting for you for too long.” – She was talking out loud going upstairs.

-“Ooh, you scared me. I’m coming.” – I replied and lowered my eyes again, texting Nas.

-“Yeah, I see.” – She told leaning her elbows on the door. – “I don’t stick my nose in your private life but what are you doing?”

-“Checking if the prices to the balloons haven’t risen.”

-“Harry...” – she rolled her eyes.

-“What?”

-“You’re 20 and you’re such a baby.”

-“I am a baby.” – I got up and came to her. – “I’m your baby.”

She smiled and held me tight again. – “Can’t believe you’re here.”

-“For two whole weeks!”


...


-“Who are you texting all the time? Niall? You’ve just separated. Turn off your phone. Let’s have a normal dinner.”

-“We’re having a normal dinner.”

-“Please, Harry, stop... We tried hard and he doesn’t appreciate.”

-“That’s the last message.” – I answered and smiled. I finished my message and put off my phone. – “That’s it.”



Nas’ POV.


It’s been about…well, a lot since the last time we talked. Or may it felt like a lot.
And then he suddenly returned, appeared out of nowhere. Again. With his flirty style and all the phrases that made me feel like he’s in love with me. When he really wasn’t.

And I was so tired of it. From the fact that every single time he played with my feelings and I did knew about it, but couldn’t resist it. Although it’s been for so long since it all started.

It seems weird, I know, but who said that I’m a normal one?

“Hey, what’s up, my sweetie?”

“Oh hi, I’m ok. Where’ve you been? I missed you.”

Sent. Stupid you, Nas. Once again. The same rakes. Hadn’t life taught you a lot?

“Stop it, you! :) It’s been only several days but you act like it’s been years! Or… may be you have a flu?”

You see? That’s the way he behaves with me.

Lately I’ve been telling him less and less about my life and, to tell you the truth, he didn’t really carry about me. It seemed like he only cared whether I still had feelings for him.

Notes

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