The Beautiful Hummingbird - Part I

The Farmer's Gate Edit

It is only when I take the keys out of the ignition that it dawns on me that I do not remember much of the car journey home from Anne's. That in itself is a bit scary as Harry was right, the roads are icy and I should be careful in my little car.

My thoughts were preoccupied with him and his parting comment about my name. Everyone always calls me Tasha, what makes him so different? I'm smarting from his supposed arrogance. He's exactly as I expected him to be over-confident and cock-sure of himself.

I get out the car slamming the door with a bang and head for my front door. I am all fingers and thumbs with my keys as I drop them on the path then when I finally do get hold of them I fumble putting them in the lock. I can't believe he's wound me up so much!

Once inside the house it feels very dark and quite chilly. I stoke up the log burner and turn on one lamp that immediately turns it into more like home.

As I head into the galley kitchen my stomach growls. I've been so busy today I realise I haven't eaten since breakfast and I'm starving. Too tired to cook anything fancy I grab some leftovers out the fridge and pour myself a large glass of white wine.

Whilst the food is heating I head upstairs to change into my PJs for a comfy night in front of the TV. The microwave 'ping' and a waft of creamy carbonara pasta sauce tickling my nostrils tells me my food is ready and I settle down on the sofa with a cushion on lap and steaming bowl on top.

I switch on the TV and flick, flick, flick through the channels trying to find something to watch. I must have hundreds of options but there's nothing of interest, typical! Soon the pasta dish is demolished along with another glass of white and I'm bored.

Surprisingly, my thoughts turn back to Harry and I huff out loud because his image has popped into my head. However, curiosity gets the better of me because although he is from the town where I live and I know Anne well, I don't really know much about him. When I think about it, I have never asked her about him and probably because I don't show an interest she hasn't ever really talked about him during our conversations.

I grab my laptop and type his name into the search engine. My eyes are met with a plethora of news articles, interviews, videos and images with him, his band, fans and of course a string of stunning women. I chuckle at the early photos as that is the Harry I remember from school. As I click through the pictures however one thing strikes me over and over. Although he is beaming, his eyes have little sparkle, they appear bland and have a lost look in them. They are not at all how amazing they looked today but perhaps that's just the difference of looking at eyes in a photo to seeing real eyes up close.

Two hours of clicking pass by unnoticed and I decide I must call it a night. I've got college tomorrow and I think I've seen enough of the infamous Harry Styles with yet another lovely draped over his arm. It seems it's not only his looks that have changed but also his reputation that really does appear to precede him.

During the night I toss around in bed dreaming strange dreams that aren't unusual for me. I am in and out of my slumber and after a few failed attempts to try and get back to sleep I glance over at the clock - 6am! I groan frustratingly into my pillow but decide I might as well get up and go for a run before college.

I roll out of bed and rummage around in my cupboard to find my running tights, sports bra and sweatshirt. My hair is in desperate need of a wash so I simply tie it back in a low ponytail and cover it with a beanie. With my running playlist selected, my phone securely placed in my arm pouch and earbuds in, I set off.

The morning is my absolute favourite kind. There's a chill in the air but the sky has blue hues streaking across it and the rising sun glows warm upon my cheeks. It gives me a calming feeling which is just as well as I really wanted another hour under the duvet.