You & I

Okay. Yes, it's been three days since Harry told me, he had the same dream as me. We haven't talked. But right now, he's taking me to the studio. I'm actually really nervous. What if they say they don't like my voice? I put on my outfit, and patiently wait for Harry. He slightly jogs, and looks in the mirror to fix his hair. He looks at me and smiles, "You look beautiful."

I blush, "Thank you."

"We should get going, is it okay if I stay with ya?" He asks while opening the door for me.

"Of course not! Harry, I've known you since forever, and I would rather want you their then Ashton." I smile getting into his car.

I look at my wrist. Shit, I forgot to put on some bracelets. You can see my scars. Hopefully, nobody notices. I face my wrist downwards, and just look out the window.

California is beautiful. Absolutely stunning. There's palm trees everywhere, and the weather is perfect. We finally arrive, and I am stunned. The studio is huge, and a bunch of security guards. We make our ways through, and I am greeted by the front lady.

"Hi, how may I help you?" She smiles.

"Oh well, I'm kinda a new singer here and-"

"Bree Johnson?" She smiles. I nod, and she says "Oh good you're here! Mr. Smith has been talking about you all day! 5th floor, room 342." She smiles.

"Okay, thank you." I smile.

-

We finally arrive in Brian's office, and lets us take a seat.

"Baby doll, good you're here!" He kisses my cheek. He looks over at Harry and smirks, "Well if it isn't Mr. Harry Styles."

"Hello." Harry greets Brian.

"What do I do?" I ask, excitedly.

"Whatever, you want to do." He smiles.

"I just really want to sing." I smile.

"Okay, then lets get you into the studio. Now, Bree, we are going to make you an EP. Do you know what an EP is?" He asks.

I nod, "Yeah, a small album."

"Good, sweetheart. Now they're all going to be covers, of actual songs. We don't want to get you started too early." He smiles "Do you want it to be an acoustic album, or like a live band?"

"Acoustic, please. I can play piano." I smile.

"Ah, any other instruments?" He asks.

"A little bit of guitar." I smile. He gets up and hands me a guitar.

"Yours to keep." He smiles. I am so happy I could explode. I trace my fingers, against the metallic strings, and my hand against the soft wood. "Thank you so much." I say above a whisper.

He nods, and we walk to the studio. He puts me in front of the microphone, and headphones. I slowly string the notes, and it sounds beautiful.

"I'm a phoenix in the water
A fish that's learned to fly
And I've always been a daughter
But feathers are meant for the sky
And so I'm wishing, wishing further,
For the excitement to arrive
It's just I'd rather be causing the chaos
Than laying at the sharp end of this knife

With every small disaster
I'll let the waters still
Take me away to some place real

'Cause they say home is where your heart is set in stone
Is where you go when you're alone
Is where you go to rest your bones
It's not just where you lay your head
It's not just where you make your bed
As long as we're together, does it matter where we go?
Home home home home

So when I'm ready to be bolder,
And my cuts have healed with time
Comfort will rest on my shoulder
And I'll bury my future behind
I'll always keep you with me
You'll be always on my mind
But there's a shining in the shadows
I'll never know unless I try

With every small disaster
I'll let the waters still
Take me away to some place real

'Cause they say home is where your heart is set in stone
Is where you go when you're alone
Is where you go to rest your bones
It's not just where you lay your head
It's not just where you make your bed
As long as we're together, does it matter where we go?
Home home home home home home home home

'Cause they say home is where your heart is set in stone
Is where you go when you're alone
Is where you go to rest your bones
It's not just where you lay your head
It's not just where you make your bed
As long as we're together, does it matter where we go?
Home home home home home home home home"

I sting a few more notes, and then look around. Brian and Harry are speechless. Brian is satisfied. Harry looks a bit upset. Not sure why.

"Good job, baby! Lets do another song, and call it a day."

I play the very familiar notes, and start singing Give Me Love by Ed Sheeran. Harry looks pissed off. What is wrong with him? Why is he acting like this? Once I'm finished, they talk to me, about stuff. Although, I'm not paying attention to it.

-

"We can order Chinese?" I suggest.

"I don't care." He says on his phone.

"Harry, what the hell is wrong with you?" I yell taking his phone from his hand.

"With me? Look at you! Embarrassing me like that!" He yells back

I'm hurt. "Do I really sound that bad?" I say.

"What? No, Bree. Your scars. When you were singing, and playing the guitar, Brian said to me "Get the cats away from her. She's too beautiful for the scars." And at first I was confused, til I saw your fucking wrist!" He screams.

"I embarrass you with my scars?" I say with a tear falling.

His face softens remembering what he said. He comes closer, only a few inches from my face. "No, I didn't mean that Bree. I just.. I just don't like the fact you hurt yourself." He grabs my wrist and kisses every scar. Every scar. 27 scars. "You're beautiful, Bree."

And I think that's when I realized I'm in love with Harry,

Notes

hey guys.

i am seriously thinking about taking this story down, cause nobody comments anymore. makes me feel shitty to be honest.