"How are we all feeling tonight?" Harry speaks on the microphone, chest heaving to catch his breath right after singing Golden. The crowd roars, whistles going off and screams surrounding the arena. "I guess a little complicated then," Harry bursts out into a fit of chuckles, making an interaction and jokes.
"Erm, before we get into the rest of the songs we've prepared for you tonight," He pauses mid sentence, fixing the cord of his mic as the crowd beams with laugher about his silliness. "I wanted to introduce the real star of the night,"
The spotlight beams on my direction. "Give a run of applause for Louisa!"
My mouth falls into a grin, cheeks reaching my ears, heart drumming like a rhythm of army. "She's another one like Sarah, who owns the band of course. I'm just a singer in their band,"
The crowd gargles with laughs again, my cheeks starting to ache from the massive grin plastered across my face. "Any words you'd like to say?" Harry asks, brow quirked, smirk on the corner of his cheek. I thought for a moment, the crowd blinded from the spotlight.
"You all look very beautiful..." I trail off, talking to the crowd. They beam with hollers and screams, whistles chirping to echoes.
"The upcoming song we're gonna play for you is written and composed, too, by the help of Louisa here."
Adore you, I thought.
The melody of the bass line starting throbbing the tune, the crowd screaming as they know what's coming. "We all Adore someone time to time, don't we?" Harry finishes his sentences as I come in with my keys and Sarah with the drums.
"Walk in your rainbow paradise,"
After Show
"Let's go, let's go!" unknown voices yell.
Short breaths within laughs, legs extended to run, arms gripping one another. We were running back stage to the cars. We ended the show not even five minutes ago, and the protocol is to usher us straight to our cars. The reason being - the fans will soon crowd the back venue, it then being impossible to exit.
"Get used to it," Harry laughs in short breaths, gripping my hand in his, fingers brushing upon one another like air and autumn leaves. We reach the car, getting in like a flash. The vehicle soon exits the gate, fans already running to the car, faint screams of Harry's name being heard like a ghostly melody.
"Stop the car." Harry instructs, but the crew didn't obey. "Sorry, Harry. We can't afford anyone being hurt..." The big man responded.
Silence eats us whole, the only thing being heard is the engine of the revving car. Alongside with our hearts, now mirroring the silence we're in. The adrenaline now faded and lost, awaiting to be found.
I glance over at Harry. He were still dressed in his sparkly suit, his hair were damped and curled over the side of his head. For a moment, I realized this is him. I finally can get to see what he does, and how he does it. Inspiring millions of youngsters, elders and nations every day - all because of his kindness and music.
For a split breath, he looked little. Tired, and somehow sad? I couldn't yet to see through as to why, but I know it were a good reason as to why. The streetlights beamed over the shadows, illuminating the cinematic lights over his sharp features. Beautiful, I thought.
"I'm so proud of you." His voice shot the silence through, head tilting up to meet my eyes. They seemed curious and gentle, again, little. "You were the star of the night, really..." He smiles, wrinkles creasing the corner of his eyes, teeth hiding away his plump lips.
"Thank you." Was all my tongue could reach to connect. I meant it, and I meant all of it. He brought life to me, passion, and most of all my first love. "Remember when we wrote Adore You?" he asks.
Supercuts of flashbacks erupts my mind. Japan, the cold, the smell of wood in that studio, those lemon - Iced waters, those repeat pages through pages of lyrics and inked blue, red, black pen ink. Most of all, I remember the innocence and his company. The innocence of my beating heart, still not connecting to my mind that at that moment I was in love with him. His company, warm, poetic, true, real.
I miss that side of us.
Where nothing was clear, but was there. Now, things are clear in quietness, but it's gone. When nothing was an enemy, but now my heart is the enemy and my mind is the salvation. "I remember it like a written bible, all of it..." I lipped a smile, my heart aching a bit at how blinded I was. "I remember it, too, we made history that night." He pats my hand, then turning his face away.
The difference is, I remember it as us. He remembers it as his.
Streetlights shadows his carved features, his face resting upon the glass window. When he didn't try, he still looked beautiful. At least to me, he always looked beautiful. My eyes trail to my fingers, nails scratching the corners of my fingers. I had to stop thinking about him that way, because at the end, it's my heart that'll be hanging on a thin thread - not his...
"You should stop that," I hear him speak again. My eyes didn't flinch away, keeping it on my tangled fingers. "Stop what?" I genuinely response. "Hurting your fingers because of what you're thinking about right now, it's not worth it,"
This made my eyes meet his again. Even in the dark interior, I manage to find his gaze. "How is it not worth it to not think about?"
"Your fingers, your hands, are one of the most impactful gifts I've seen... The softest fingertips to have wiped my tears, the lightest fingers to have pressed the keys, the warmest hand to have held my face, the most controlled fingers to have written some hit songs..." He trailed off, glancing at my hands then back up at me.
"And whoever will take your hand in marriage, will be the luckiest man to ever exist." He finishes his sentences.
"So take care of it. I know there'll be a time where your fingers will be worn off, old, and tired. But let time take care of that, don't let now make it fade faster."
His words sunk into me as though a big black hole erased every species of humans. "Just like taking care of someone's heart, you mean?" I finally find the words to speak.
He then says,
"A heart is overused with no limitations. Our hands aren't, it can only do so much until it runs out as dried ink."
AUTHOR'S NOTE ;
Hello beautiful readers, I haven't seen you in years! Are you still with me?
Firstly, I'd like to say THANK YOU to anyone who has made it by reading this far, your patience has made TUNES grow so far. I've been so busy these past years, but TUNES has never left my mind. I have so many plans for this novel. This is just the start on where the story will unfold. I've finally found some free time in my hands to write for you again.
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