Clouds |Larry Stylinson|

A New Light [2]

Harry's POV:

*One year ago*

'We've all got a story to tell

some of us whisper

and others choose to yell

heartbreak, death, a drug addiction to meth

all of us

we all make mistakes

whether we choose

or it's destined by fate

This is my story of heartbreak'

I scribble like a maniac into my song journal as inspiration hits. I grab for my black tea which should have cooled nicely by now. I grab it incorrectly, and the next thing I know, there is a large tea stain on my journal.

"Bloody hell!" I jump up, avoiding the tea. I grab for my journal, only to notice that the most recent two pages are completely soaked. I sigh in exasperation. A barista notices and comes running over with a towel and a few napkins. She immediately presses the napkins onto the pages of my journal, attempting to absorb the liquid from the pages to the napkins. Her frantic actions, cause her to slip on the spilt tea, which is now dripping rapidly onto the tile floor.

I catch her, mid-slip, and hold her up. She is still holding my journal close to her body, as she takes deep, uneven breaths.

"Th-th-thank you." she stutters, as her large dark brown eyes meet mine. I help her stand up, and she looks down upon my journal.

"I'm so sorry! I've been such a mess today, and my mother needs me to cook for the entire family for my cousin's birthday, and I have a late shift today, along with my library books being due today,and I really can't have another fine. On top of that, my dog, Salazar, needs to be taken to the vet and-"

"Woah. Calm down. It's alright, It's no big deal. Take deep, long breaths and you'll be okay."

She follows my instructions, and begins to calm down. Her eyes travel back to my journal, and they stay glued there.

"Wow. Some of these are really good." she comments after a minute of heavy breathing. "Are you a songwriter professionally? 'Cuz you really should. My uncle is a songwriter and he plays his guitar on the streets. Maybe you could sing your songs, and you could get famous like that Edward guy."

I gave her a puzzling look. She kept rambling about random topics. She seemed weird.

"You know...that Ed. Redhead, kinda short, round face, a little chubby. What was his name?"

I look at her, remaining silent. I notice how beautiful she is, but in a strange way. She has a heart shaped face, with two doe like, dark brown eyes. She has an average nose, and small lips. She has freckles sprinkling her nose. Her teeth are perfect, except for one snagged tooth on the side. She has light blond hair that goes about mid back. She is at average height, with an average body. She has a very light complexion, almost pale, except for a pair of rosy cheeks, adding uniqueness to her face.

She has black ray-bands resting over her eyes. She is dressed in black skinny jeans and a dark red,off-shoulder,long sleeve shirt. She is wearing plain, black vans on her, what appears to be, very tiny feet. Her hands are covered in three rings, one on each middle finger and one on her right pinkie. She has a a long necklace with a black gem, hanging around her neck, nearing her belly button. She doesn't look as if she is wearing makeup, seeing as her lips look slightly chapped, and her eyes plain.