Grains of Gold

Harry’s POV

Have you ever been waiting for anything very much? So much that you couldn’t wait for the time you get it. Then you understand me. I wanted to run away from the stage so much! But as usual, time stretched to the universe size and went unbearably slow.

That her message gave me strength, although I didn’t have time to see it, it gave me the second breath and the concert went great even though it lasted so long.

I couldn’t wait for the moment I get into my hotel room. Everything seemed so slow that when I asked my driver to speed up, he answered he’d already driven almost 75mi/h, but it still seemed not fast enough.

I closed the door, turn on a kettle and took a deep breath. Finally I could go on twitter and read her message.... Maybe I was afraid to see the answer or I was nervous. Or I was scared and excited.

“Hi. I'm sorry I couldn’t answer earlier. I hope you’re not mad. I'm sorry if u mad. I had no internet connection all this time.”
“My parents turned it off coz I had some difficulties with studies. They still think Im a little kid. So I couldnt tell I was alive at least:D”
“How r u? Did I miss anything new? Talking bout fame, Im like the best in our group, almost the best so I sort of know how it feels to be popular”
“Kids there are crazy about me, they scream, ask for an autograph, try to take lots of pictures with me. Anything familiar?”
“They try to copy my movements and ask to help them with choreography. I’m like a role model for them so I have to think what I do and say.”
“It’s hard from time to time, I want be uninhibited and saucy sometimes. But u know, they will repeat and it’s no good for kids:D”
“Adults look at me different; they say Im likeable because of my smile and output in dance. But I think I’m absolutely crazy while I’m dancing!”
“I even have a nickname “a daughter of the team” coz I’m on my own in every performance, without parents.”
“So adults in our team are my second, third etc mothers. They help me and try to feed a lot. Well, they do everything mom has to do”
“Okay I really wrote a lot ha like a whole story. I hope ur not offended and we’ll keep talking coz I liked it.”

Is she flirting? Wait a minute, there was no sign of flirting in her words. I’m getting crazy.

“Hi. I’m fine. Now…”

Now should I tell her about my sleepless nights or will it look like I’m in love with her? Jesus, Styles! You’re in love with her! Cool story. You’re crazy.

“Are you a dancer as well? What style? Will you help me to learn any movements? Ha I bet you’ve been asked this a lot.”

That’s better. C’mon! Write her anything else. She wrote you a bunch; won’t she be offended by your six sentences?

“What’s with parents? You’re a big girl, aren’t you? Are those pictures on twitter, apart from drawings, yours?”“And yet, you’re so far from our fame and popularity. :)”

I was sitting and reading her messages over and over again thinking what else I could ask. I read till the last one and was surprised with the last one. The very new. Sent just now.

“Now? What do you mean now?”

I’ve just read this and then a few more came.

“I’m bellydancer and I also dance my own style, but it hasn’t got an official name.” “It looks like mash-up of bellydance, tribal fusion, contemporary and even hip-hop sometimes. A huuuuuge mash-up.”

I smiled. She is so talented.

“Now… I was afraid something happened. And I was afraid it happened because of me.” “I’m sorry, growing popularity adds some fears like saying or doing something wrong.”

Sent. I reached my bed and realized what else I wanted to tell her.

“Btw, I like our communication as well.:)”

I barely had time to get under the blanket when my phone vibrated again.

“Of course those pictures are mine! Does my page look like fake?”

“Well, not. But anything can happen. You answer so quickly 2night.Cool. What are you doing?”

I damped down the light and was lying for a few minutes with my eyes closed waiting for her answer.

“I lay in bed. And I can do till the dinner time today. Finally no work and no uni.”

“That’s funny, I’m in bed right now too. But I have to sleep as it’s long after midnight.”

“Is it this late? I’m sorry. Go and have a nap. You’re probably very tired. Or did you have a day off?”

“Just I wish. There was a concert tonight and lots of other stuff since early morning. And we have a concert tomorrow as well.” “I had to get up in less than 4 hours.”

“Are you serious? Go to bed right now!”

“I don’t want to. I’m talking to you. You know, I was waiting for your message.”

Why did I write that? What was I thinking? This time she didn’t answer so quickly.

“Hmm.. Which message? The last one? I can repeat it once again haha”

“No, I mean you haven’t written in days. And finally you did. I was worried.”

“Stop it, Styles. Move on. I’m okay. And for God’s sake, go to bed. Or I will be worried.”

It’s astonishing how easy it is talking to her. It seems like I know her for ages even though I barely know her.

“I don’t want to.”

“It’s no fun Harry. If you don’t go offline in 10 minutes then I will.”

“C’mon! I wanted to talk.”

“Jesus. We’ll talk next time. Go to bed. 9 minutes countdown.”

“I won’t fall asleep.”

“I can sing you a lullaby if you hear it miles away.”

“I can open the window…”

“Open. If you hear something disguising similar to singing, you’ll know it’s me haha.”

“I bet you underestimate yourself. The girl who can draw and dance can’t sing badly. A talented person is talented in everything.”

“Enough with flattering me. :) Go to bed. 5 minutes.”

“I wasn’t flattering btw. It’s truth. Okay, you’re right, I’d better go. I’m already falling asleep. Good night.”

Wait a minute. What a fool I am! It’s morning where she is.

“I mean, good night to me and have a nice day to you.”

“Finally you’re tired of me. Haha good night!”

“I’m not tired of you…”

“That’s was a joke, never mind. Goodnight, I’m going to have breakfast.”

“Bon appétit!”

“Merci. (The only French word I know)”

Notes

Long time no see. Sorry for such a delay. Hope everyone's summer went well. Please vote and comment what you think of the story. Big love xx