Grains of Gold

Nas’ POV.

It’s a pleasure to talk with this guy. He’s so grounded and kind, and funny. Sometimes I don’t get his British sense of humour but that’s okay, he’s still funny. And he’s also quite wise for his age.

No, I’m not in love with him. I’m not a fan. I’m just saying it’s interesting to talk to him.

A month and a half have gone since we met. Not met like met, you know. In twitter, but anyway. We kept talking there and it was convenient for both of us. Every morning (night in his way) we found a new theme to talk about. Then one theme changed into another, then another one and we talked like this until the minute I had to run to the university. Like really run.

Harry always waited for the moment I’d go and just after that he went to bed. At least I hoped for it. I tried to convince him to go to bed earlier a couple of times, I was worried he slept so little, but he always told he didn’t want to miss anything from my life and that his day would end only when my started. That was his favourite words. I wonder what intonation he would put in them in real life. He could cheer me up with his jokes and words for the whole day, so from time to time I could laugh in the middle of a boring lecture just because I suddenly remembered one of his jokes.

It wasn’t always easy to talk to him, to be fair. A language barrier and my scanty vocabulary prevented. This problem though usually was solved with the help of Google translate or one of my girlfriends who unlike me knew slang and could translate me some of the abridgements in Harry’s messages. At the worst I used some simple synonyms to express what I wanted to say.

I solved all my “problems” in uni and parents didn’t disturb me because of the studies. I had free access to the WiFi, so Harry and I talked every day. What about? Everything: weather, cars, people, habits, celebrities, meal, travelling, stage behaviour. Everything. There were just two themes we never talked about: family and relationships. I didn’t even know why. I thought he would ask me about this in any minute and I wanted to know something about his family too, but it seemed like we both were afraid to do it. I didn’t want to believe in rumours or gossips. Anyway, we talked like old friends who knew everything about each other not knowing much though.

So, after a month and a half he noticed I stopped drawing.

“Don’t have much time” – I told.

“Pity. Really. I’d love to see your new drawings. Time is a bad thing sometimes.”

“Don’t be upset. I will as soon as I have free time, I promise. Not the right time right now.”

“Okay, forget what I told.”

Someone wasn’t in his mood that day or he was upset about something. Through our talking I began feeling whether he was happy or sad, tired or angry. By the way, the last one was just once and I calmed him down very soon.

“Harry, something happened, didn’t it? You’re not in the mood tonight. That message didn’t look like “I’m just tired”

“No, I’m OK. Never mind.”

“When you talk like that, I’m pretty sure that there’s something wrong. Just…Tell me”

“I feel like I just miss my family. Yeah I call them but it’s not the same as you see them. Weird feeling. Don’tlikeit”

“You’re gonna see them very soon, be patient for a little more”

It was 7:20 on the clock and I had to leave at 7.

“Sorry, I have to go. I’m so late.” “Turn off your phone, close your eyes and fall asleep. Please sleep, don’t surf the internet.” “Too busy today. Lectures, homework. Doubt I’ll be online tonight. Maybe at night, you’ll have a morning then”

“I promise I’m going to bed right now. Have a nice day. Show the professors who the boss is haha”

I smiled and looked on the clock. I was so late! I was glad to have a habit coming in half an hour before the class started. That saved me and I was right on time.
During the lectures I remembered that he talked about family. No names, or concrete members but that was something already.

The day lasted as usually long, there was too much homework, so when I finished, I lied down on the bed. I was so tired and didn’t want to get up for anything. Maybe just for going to the kitchen.

Harry had to be on twitter, he had morning that time already. I texted him quickly.

“Do you love your parents this much? I can live without them for weeks. I enjoy spending time alone.”

I made tea, took some sweets and looked at the phone. Harry didn’t answer. Well, okay. I decided to turn on tv.

“You don’t have tours when you don’t have a chance to see them for months.”

“Just I wish...”

“Believe me, you’d miss them after the first week.”

“I doubt.”

“I bet you will miss them when you’ll be far away. What ur doing?”

-“Are you still up? It’s late, it’s a school night. What is the day tomorrow?”

-“Thursday, grandma.” – I answered when she came into the kitchen. She went to the sink to wash up her cup.

-“Oh, Thursday. I have a doctor appointment then. We’ll see what new the doctors can say.

I texted Harry. “Grandma came, I’m talking to her. And you?”

-“The legs tortured me. I’ve slept for 15 minutes and they hurt again. So I got up and decided to walk.”

-“Aha” – I told automatically. – “Use the cream.”

-“I did. And tied them with bandage... Well, don’t be up for too long. Wake me up when you’ll be off to university tomorrow.”

-“Okay.”

She approached to the switch.

-“I’ll turn it off?”

-“No, I won’t see the food then.”

-“Alright, enjoy your meal. I love it when you eat. You’ve become so skinny.”

-“I’m not skinny, grandma! Where? Maybe just in my brains.”

She laughed and went away. I looked at the phone.

“Nothing. I have a day off. Guys are still asleep after the concert last night. Say hello to grandma.”

“Haha she doesn’t know you. Fans are getting crazy?”

“Yeah, they want to eat us ha. Say hello to her anyway.”

“Sorry, she left.”

“Introduce me to her.”

“What?”

“Introduce me to her.”

I could read this from the first time.

“What do you mean?”

“Will she like me, what you think?”

“Harry, what are you talking about? Did you drink again?”

“No, I haven’t been drinking since the birthday party.”

“Are you sure? Doesn’t look like that. I don’t know, I think she would like you, but she wouldn’t understand you.”

“Why is that?”

“She doesn’t know English. My parents know a few words but she doesn’t.”

“I see. Anyway, say hello to her.”

“Harry, you’re so...Harry”

“Thanks for the compliment. :)”

Notes

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