Grains of Gold

Nas' POV

After that night... Max, my "sort of ex-boyfriend-best friend" has been silent for about two weeks, but then he started texting me again. Despite anything. No matter how rude I replied him, no matter what I told him, nothing worked. Nothing at all.

It looked like sort of a love bomb exploded in his head. We texted me every day, asking "what's up?" and "what ya doing?" He constantly texted me nice words that now provoked abhorrence rather than made my heart melt. And that was actually for the best. It meant I started to let go everything that was tying us together and everything that was torturing me.

You may say I could easily not reply him, but I couldn't. I got used to it, simple as that. Because for a very long time he's been like the centre of the universe, for which I could give up anything. And it seemed that a habit to reply him would take a long times to get rid of.

And something else... You know what was really weird? He apologized for being such a jerk, and he told that I didn't deserve to be treated like this. And I believed him until the time when I realized that he just wanted me to stop being rude and get back to the manner of a loving nice girlfriend. But I had enough. I spent too much time on him. And I was really afraid that his exploded bomb would lead him to the level when he wanted to tell about his feelings my parents. God forbid they get to know it!

And concerning his offer to be his girlfriend again… I was thinking and told him no, because I realized that Harry was right about him.

After that night… I felt I could trust Harry. He became a savior for me that night. I don’t know where I would be without him. He helped me to realize and admit lots of things I was afraid to admit to myself. He pushed me and I began to forget Max, and I began to feel better. I didn’t want to see him or text him anymore.

However, the opposite thing was happening towards Harry. I waited when he answered me; I smiled, when I saw a new notification on the phone screen… And that wasn’t because HARRY FUCKING STYLES TEXTED ME, and I wasn’t in love with him, it’s just… Talking to him was interesting.

He was a bit weird. I still couldn’t always get his British sense of humour and some of his jokes, but I kind of liked it. There was something strange and sweet about him at the same time, which suited his appearance. At the same time also he was so modest. If I didn’t know he was a world-famous singer, I would never believe that he could go on stage.

And it seemed because of his modesty, he was afraid to talk to me via skype, though we often told he could chat there for 3-4 hours in a row. A couple of times I recorded something like a video messages for him, in which I criticized him for not wanting to talk to me and a possibility of talking it as offence. But he only answered me that I was cute and a bun suited me.

Funny and weird. That’s the words which described him best.

***
In uni life was slowly approaching us to the exams. The days all looked the same, and guys’ jokes and silly phrases or girls running after each other brought some diversity. We could also start to dance or sing just walking down the hall. It’s okay, we’re just students.

There was a day when some British people came to our uni. They weren’t just some random people from the UK; they came to us every year promoting their programs of studying abroad. And it could be very useful if it wasn’t so expensive.

This year they invented a contest: we had to think and write down why we had to get a trip to England. The first prize was a trip itself to one of their schools in England for 3 weeks for free, the second was a trip again, but a student had to pay only for a flight and the third was getting a special set of books. So, they asked me to write a composition, well, I did. Why did I have to get a trip to England, really?..


*Two months later*


Well, now it’s the middle of June which means I passed all the exams. And now I’m totally free. Woohoo! Yay! Cool! Well, technically I’m free. But I have a flight today. Guess, where? To London, baby!

- “You didn’t forget anything? Are you sure?” – I nodded twice. – “Notebooks, pens, pencils…”

- “I got everything. I don’t need any books, they’ll give me everything there” – I looked at mom and rolled my eyes, - “Stop worrying mom, everything’s gonna be fine!”

- “You’re my daughter, and like any normal mom I’m worried about you”.

- “Okay, normal mom, you have to know that you’re daughter is not nooormaaal!” – I shouted and ran into kitchen.

- “That is absolutely true” – she said quietly.

- “Listen, are you sure you’ll be able to turn on skype? Don’t you want me to show you everything one more time?”

- “Who do you take me for? I’m not that old for not being able to memorize the colour of a sign”.

- “Just asking”.

Why are we talking so nice to each other? Well, problems with our dad were the way to connect me and my mother. He’s fine now, I can go and not worry about them. I think everything is really gonna be fine while I’m in London.

We decided to use subway to get to the airport, and that was very right decision which saved us half an hour. My mom was seeing me off, as grandma couldn’t go anywhere and it was better for dad to stay at home, so I said goodbye to both of them there.

After check-in I felt dual emotions: on the one hand, I couldn’t wait to finally get to England, to explore it and to walk down London streets… On the other hand, I didn’t want to leave home and I suddenly felt so sad. I didn’t expect to start missing home so quickly.

They announced my flight. I said mom goodbye and went to the hall and got into a plane.

I found my place, and it was beside the window. It was getting better. I don’t fly too often to refuse watching what is going on outside.

While I still had 3G signal, I decided to text Harry.

“I’m already on board.”

“Cool. I’ll meet you at the airport. Hope there will be no problems with the fans. I’ll be in the camouflage.”

“Ok. Do you know you’re a genius because you came up with this idea? Have I told it you yet?”

“Yep. About a billion of times, but it still sounds nice. Thanks.”

“Haha ok I gotta go. See ya in London! :)”

“Yeah! Have a save flight! ;)”

We soon drove into runaway. The plane took off, and… goodbye my city, goodbye my country and hello, England!

I’ve flown before 2 or 3 times, and I was very interested in what’s going outboard, but I closed my eyes, imagining what could happen to me in London.

And then suddenly someone started to shake me and woke me up. It seemed that I fell asleep again and all of that was just a dream. Noooo, whyyyyyy?

Notes

One more late Christmas present, loves. Happy holidays! xx