"Why the word Songbird?"
"Um, let's see," I nervously chuckle as I think through my answer, "Someone I love deeply used to call me that. They told me that 'I am like a songbird. A beautiful creature who makes the most beautiful music,'" I sigh, as h...
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"Wait, so let me get this straight?" Harry asked very confused while leaning against the kitchen counter, "You're telling me Jeff thinks that Aubrey, your mom, isn't your actual mom because of some forms you filled out for the tour. And Angela thinks that Dee is your real mom?"
"Yup," I said popping my 'p.'
"Holy fuck," Harry breathed out, running his hand through his hair, "How are you doing?" he asked walking around the counter. He placed his hand in mine, tugging me towards him, wrapping his arms around my waist while my hands fall onto his chest.
"Confused? I don't really know what to think right now..." I trailed off, looking at his cross necklace that caught the light of the kitchen, "I think mostly scared. I'm just worried that the last 23 years of my life has been a lie."
"Hey, hey," Harry spoke softly as his hand cupped my face, "I'm gonna be here for you, okay?"
"Thanks, baby," I smiled, going up on my toes, gently placing my lips on his.
"I do have a favour to ask you," I mumbled, "I was wondering if you could come along with me to Dee's place at the end of this week, I'm just really scared to find out what the outcome is gonna be."
"Of course, I'll come with you," Harry smiled, "Does Dee know you're coming by?"
"No, I don't want to her know," I mumble, resting my head on his shoulder, a yawn escaping my lips in the process.
"Let's get some sleep. We've both had a tiring day," Harry said, scooping me up in his arms as I yelp in surprise which was followed by laughter.
"You know I can walk to your room," I laughed, clinging onto his broad shoulders.
"I know but then where's the fun in that," Harry grinned.
When we made it to his room, he tossed me on the bed, climbing on top of me, burying his head in my neck, "I missed holding you today," he mumbled, placing a soft kiss on my neck, "Also, please wear more dresses like this. You looked so beautiful today."
