Protect You (BTR love story)

Ch. 3

The starts pouring into my room and I wake up. I put a pillow over my face before I realize that I have to go to the records place at eight. I check and it's 7:30.

"I groan then rool out of bed. I head to the bathroom, "go to the bathroom,"wash my hands, straighten my crazy weird black hair, brush my teeth then put my hair into a messy bun.

I pull on a dark purple tank top and a purple plaid shirt with the sleeves rolled up. I ull on a pair of jean shorts that have paint on them. I also pull on my matching purple converse then walk out. I grab a poptart then head out the door. Before I go I leave a note saying where I went . I head down to my rental car and eat my breakfast on my way to Rouque Records. I hum to songs that come on the radio.

My phone goes off again and it's Travis. I ignore it and keep on driving. I eventually make it there and head to the right floor. I am greeted b Kelly as soon as I step off the elavator.

"Hi Katarina," she says smiling.

"Call me Kat, only my dad and Momma knight call me my full name."

"Alright," she says while leading me towards where I assume Gustavo is, learned his name last night. "What about your mom?" she just had to ask.

"She died two years ago, breast cancer," I take in a deep breath.

"Oh, I'm so sorry."

"It's fine, and she's actually the one who originally called me Kat."

I smile as I am put into a room, like what I was in yesterday.

"Gustavo's in a meeting, so wait here until he comes."

"Thanks," I say smiling. The door closes as I plug my earbuds into my ears. I look around and find a notepad. I grab a pen as well and just start writing.

My heart called out

I never listened

I didn't want to get hurt

There were so many more

Meanings behind those smiles,

Looks, words

I wondered if you

Ever knew

Now I do

You knew

You were hiding too

I love you

I just pray you

Love me too

I continue writing; four poems later, (aka 20 minutes later.) the door open to reveal Gustavo. I take the music out of my ears and look at him. I set the notepad down so I look like I actually care.

"So, I don't know your name, but I know your voice. I sent your demo to my boss and he loves you. Having you on the tour will attract guys to come. And so...what is that?" he points to the notepad.

"Words," I say.

"What do the words make?"

"Sentances," I can be such a smart ass.

"You-give me it," he grabs it before I can stop him. "You wrote these? While I was in that meeting?"

"Yeah, it was easy."

"How long do you think it took you to write all these?"

"20 minutes I think."

"You can write poems, and I can write songs. So here's the deal. You write 18 line poems about love or what ever and you give them to me and I turn them into songs for you."