The NewComer

Complementary: Prequel 2

POV Harry

Lavender had asked me to come over. Lavender, I thought she had something she wanted me to do as I came over since she decided to join the race. Like perhaps telling me clearer reason of why she wanted to go racing. But she just asked me to accompany, lying on her bed and cuddling like we used to do.

Having spent day doing nothing but cuddling with Lavender at her place, the time finally came. I took her to the racing place straight-away. Eleven sharp, just as Tom mentioned. There stood people who dressed with the same colour as the sky at night. Sharp underestimating sight gave us a welcome.

"Harry Styles, coming for more?"

"I'm only here for my girl, Andrew." I calmly replied.

"Oh, doing something for your girl. What a sweet thing!" he mocked in a smirk. The next thing he did was putting that underestimating sight back on his face. He changed the way he spoke as well, "But we're not into sweet thing here. Motorbikes are rough."

Andrew didn't really like my presence. In fact, it seemed like he didn't like me. Some people said it was because we were in the same race once and I beat him. I still couldn't believe that it was the real cause.

He had been beaten by other people before and he wasn't even mad at them. Beside, every game had a winner and a loser, why would he be mad for that? Unless he thought that I was cheating or perhaps he had a problem with me.

"If you're only going to talk about how rough it is, remember I've been here before?" I replied immediately, trying to make the race start faster. I just wanted everything end as soon as possible. Facing him was something I didn't want to do for more time, he'd basically did nothing but putting people down.

"You think you're good, huh? Well, fuck you!" he cursed in hateful tone, it turned out that he was pissed off.

Lavender then spoke up, "Andrew, chill out! We're only here for a race, not for a fight." she tried to settle Andrew and his temper. But it didn't really work. Andrew was Andrew, nothing could calm him if he already felt bothered.

"Place a bet, people." he ordered while going to his motobike to get ready. All his friends made a room for the race to start. Andrew asked for a race for only me and him. His demand was fulfilled, the race was only between us both, no other racer. But I still had to take Lavender with me. If it wasn't for Lavender, I wouldn't be here. I came for making her smile, not for Andrew and his temper.

Several minutes after that, the race began. Andrew had a girl with him as well. Having gone not far enough, Andrew already gave sort of effort to winthe race. The thing was that his efforts had always been rough. He didn't just try to beat, but he tried to flunk. Literally. He kept getting in my way so that I had to brake in sudden for couple of times, making the grip on my waist felt stronger.

"Harry, find a way to escape from him." Lavender begged. Her voice sounded shaky. She was afraid, I could tell. I wished I could just stop doing this stupid race and hug her tight instead. But with Andrew getting in my way, there was no chance to stop. "Harry!"

Then there came this time when he took over the road. It was the moment when both motorbikes crashed, the grip around my waist was felt no more. All I felt was pain. Pain from both side, inside and outside. Wound and heartache. Heartache of seeing the girl I wished to see the smile on her face lied down on the hard ground. No smile but blood on her face.

"L-lavender..." I called her as I tried to make my way toward her.

I wanted to run to her so bad. Yet, my feet weren't strong enough to escape from the big-size-motorbike which beset them. I tried to crawl, to creep, it didn't work. So, I tried my hardest to reach her with only my hands and the scars around them. Yet, she was out of my reach. In a second, everything seemed turn to be nothing but black.