Executively Devoted | CEO h.s.

29 | We Will Rock You

The longest ED chapter and one of the longest chapters I've ever written.  
I hope you enjoy it, my rosy tulips 🌷

It's time to meet the family. Tee hee.

♬ ✥*

Harry.

Knocking on Serenity's door, I felt my heart pounding in my chest. The nerves I had for this evening was fucking sky rocketing.

I didn't even know if I was ready to meet her parents — and her other brother. I already had a disaster when I met Milo thinking he was her boyfriend. I just hoped that Serenity didn't mention it to anyone else — especially him. That was the last thing I needed for a brilliant first impression. 

Fuck, that would've been embarrassing.

My panic attack already was too much for me that one night. It drained me, but Essie made everything better.

It was unfortunate that I had a trip and left so suddenly, but she gave me Emerald to help ease my emotions while we remained apart. We hadn't been together for a long time, but I've grown attached to being with Serenity that I physically can't sleep without her anymore. Even when I held Emmy close to my chest, breathing in her scent that the plush tiger was infused in, it still wasn't the same.

My brain told me that it wasn't normal to want to be around a person for so long, but I felt like I needed it — I needed her.

And the fact that she was willing to let me stay was a fucking miracle.

Serenity was my miracle.

When I flew back, I told Archie to take us straight to her studio. I didn't even have to mention it, though — he just knew. The man had taken a liking to her, and it warmed my heart. She could charm every soul in a room with a smile.

We went back to her place, and took our turns in the shower. I noted that it was exactly twenty minutes before the water turned cold, so we split the mark in half. I never expected her to put my glasses on after I took my contacts out, and just as she moved back, there was a look on her face — her gaze was one that I couldn't describe. It was a mix of adoration, fondness, care, and something else. Whatever it was, though, it made butterflies swarm in my tummy. 

After small meal, switching off the lights, we laid down in her bed together. We were facing each other on our sides. Her hand reached up to grab mine, interlocking our fingers together. I never felt anything like how I felt with Serenity before. She stirred up emotions in my body that I had no idea they existed.

"Baby, were you comfortable when you played in public?" Essie's question was quiet, but I heard her.

"You mean in the orchestra?" I asked, and she nodded. "Yeah. It was the only place where I felt myself. Sure, the conductor was the main control, but just playing the instrument made me feel free. I never focused on people who watched me, only the notes in front of me. Hell, I didn't even need the sheet music, I had the songs memorised. There's just something about music that once I listen to it, play it once, that's it. It's kind of like muscle memory with playing in how I use my fingers on the strings. There aren't any frets on the neck, like a guitar, for example, so you can't mess up where you place them. Otherwise, it'll ruin the sound."

"If you didn't need the sheet music, did you have to put it there?"

"Yeah. No one knew my talent, and I didn't want anyone to know. They'd think I was showing off or try to do whatever cruel, creative idea they came up with to me."

"Fucking jealous bullies," she muttered, and I belted out a laugh.

I still wasn't used to when she swore, but it never failed to make me smile. She used it as a technique to emphasize her words, and it would break the tension I carried whenever I talked about my past.