Half a Sky Of Clouds

Chapter 8

                   

"Where've you been, Harry?" Anne – Harry's mom – opened the door, looking worried and even sweaty.

Anne sometimes could be really overanxious. Especially when she did not need to. "Zayn called you over twenty times and he said you said you were going just straight going home. What have you done? Are you al-"

"I am fine, mom. I was just with another guy." Harry said annoyed and threw his bag in the corner of the room. He did the exact same thing with his jacket, his mother looked annoyed for him not hanging it up properly.

"Don't make such a mess. But, did you lie to Zayn? Why would you lie to him, he's your friend. He said he was having a good time with Niall and stuff, you wanted to escape from them?"

"I had other plans with someone. But Zayn can be jealous sometimes, so I decided to lie." Harry said natural and claimed half of the sofa. Only his mother was home, his stepfather Robin was on work and Gemma... Well... She liked partying and coming home late.

As normal, he and his mother ruled the house.

"If you were not hanging out with Niall or Zayn, with who then? You have a girlfriend?" Anne said interested, maybe even teasing but Harry could not make up if she was teasing him or desperately sure that he was having a girlfriend and that he actually showed this with all his confident.

What was of course not the case.

"No, mom." Harry said disgusted. He didn't know why, but it sounded way more disgusted than he expected it to be, like it was gross to actually have a girlfriend. "I was with my art partner. His name is Louis. I was at their home, if I am right you know his mother."

"Louis? Hmm.. Let me think. You mean Johannah's son? Louis... Tomlinson?" Anne said hesitating.

Harry nodded active. "Yes, him."

"Louis is so adorable," Anne giggled. "When I tuned their piano five years ago for the first time, Louis was like twelve. He was a dork, and extremely clumsy. He brought me tea but he felt and... Well... You know what happened next."

"Louis and polite, those have different meanings." Harry whispered in himself sarcastically. When he saw his mother staring at him like he had something weird written all over his face, he shifted back to how he was before. "Louis screamed because he burned himself?"

"No, he brought me a new cup of tea." Anne laughed and walked towards their piano. A Schimmel, Harry remembered, but he never played on it. He never even tried. "I said he didn't have to, but he desperately wanted to. He is a good kid."

"Well..." Harry murmured cynically in himself again, making his mother also stare rudely at him, again. "Maybe."

"Strange that he does art, I expected him to do music and stuff. Maybe join the school band or anything."

"Louis can't play anymore." Harry looked at his fingers, his nails were extremely dirty. Full of dirt and other stuff he couldn't really name. "He's disable."

Anne turned around and looked shocked at Harry. 

"Are you serious?" Harry nodded and bit his lower lip. With his teeth he scraped his lip open, as he felt suddenly something bleeding and tasted the rough and bitter taste of his blood. Anne shook her head. "That's horrible."

"Was he that good then?" Harry asked. He could tell Anne thought it was an odd question.

"He is extraordinary in his playing, I can say. So sad that he's not able to play anymore, I thought that he could become a concert pianist." Harry looked vague at her. "No, I am serious. He is that good."