"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...
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
Yes, I had to bring that picture back...
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
The past two weeks have been incredible.
The album sales have been going up like crazy. In the mornings when Angela fills me in on our progress, the numbers are always larger than the previous day. Gucci even reached through Sydney and asked me to do a few photoshoots with them. They mentioned another person being in the shoot but didn't say who.
But I had a feeling why my sales had gone up recently.
Besides the fact that the songs are amazing, I had a feeling it had to do with the recent pictures circulating the media of Harry and me. The fans were eating up this unintentional 'publicity' move. Angela and Jeff both agreed that it was okay to keep this going because my sales had gone up and more people were also streaming Fine Line.
I read a few comments on my main page and was pleased to see that the positive comments outweighed the negative ones by a long shot. Fans loved that we are hanging out 'as friends.' They thought we were being really mature about it, which I in turn thought so too.
A few days ago Harry had taken me to this cute breakfast place where we ordered a feast and pigged out. He had asked me if I had been out into London since I moved here and I told him truthfully that I hadn't had any time to do any exploring. He obviously jumped at the chance to take me out which I, of course, couldn't turn down.
We hadn't spoken about what happened on Anne's birthday or the little moment we had in the car that night, but we knew that this was definitely heading in the direction we both were wanting it to go. I would catch Harry staring at me at times. He would quickly turn away as a hot blush crept up his neck and onto his face.
I was guilty of the same thing too. Except for some reason my eyes always happened to fall on his lips.
I've lost count of the number of internal groans I've had to keep to myself as I hopelessly stared at his soft lips. It was like they were just begging me to push aside all my morals and crash my lips against his. I think Harry started to catch on because I swear, he started wearing lip balm, making his lips more appealing than before.
