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Chapter 9

Sawyer

"Wow, I didn't expect this from you love."

Immediately I stop playing and freeze all my movements. Why me. Why do these things always happen to me? Of course right when I don't want people to see me they see me. And of course right when I get over the anxiety it comes back. His simple words sent me into a moment of panic.

"Don't get all shy on me again. Use your words."

I read way too much wattpad because that went straight to my core.

"I shouldn't have played his guitar. I'm sorry. I was just bored."

"First off love that isn't Mitch's guitar that's mine. Mitch took his home already. And second of all, when did you learn to play like that?"

I'm a blithering idiot. Of course that was Harry's guitar. Mitch's is black and this one was cream with stickers. I'm going to go crawl in a hole now.

"I uh- umm-"

"Stop mumbling, I told you to use your words."

Well if you weren't so goddamn hot and intimidating maybe I wouldn't mumble.

"I started playing in high school. It's more of a hobby. I'm not good at all like I said, it's just kind of a pastime."

Throughout our conversation thus far he hasn't stopped looking at me once. His gaze gives me an unsettling feeling yet it also makes me feel calm. How that juxtaposition works I don't know.

"From what I heard, you played Queen quite well. What other songs do you know?"

Please just let this conversation end soon. I swear I will combust if he keeps talking to me right now.

"I only really know easy songs like Highway to Hell, You Really Got Me, or Smells Like Teen Spirit. I used to know more but over the years they've kinda faded."

"You really like music don't you? Every time I see you, you have a different band tee on."

Didn't he see me in my sweater the first time he met me? And this is only the second time we've seen one another?

"I guess you could say that. I um use it to cope with stuff or relax."

Why the fuck did I tell him that. That was too personal. I'll just blame it on how intimidating he is.

For the first time since Harry has talked to me he breaks eye contact and looks down at his watch.

"We probably should get going. I was supposed to close the place up 10 minutes ago."

"Uh okay sounds good. Thanks again for taking me home."

"No problem, love. Wouldn't want to leave you here all night and have someone else think you are a robber now would we?"

I can't help but laugh.

What confuses me is how hot and cold he is. One moment he is staring into my soul and asking questions and the next he is cracking jokes and making me laugh.

Harry takes me to the back of the club so he can close up and get his car from the back. Stepping into the chilly air I notice only one car is in the lot. There is no way that is his car.

Stunned, I stay frozen and gawk at the car.

"Come on love. What is it?"

"You- you have a 1964 Mustang Fastback. How I- Harry this is my dream car."

What makes it worse is the fact that it's the exact color I want too, black. As I get closer I even realize it has the exact black leather seats I want.

"Harry, I don't think you understand. I've wanted this car since I was 16."

"Well love, why don't you do the honors and drive it back to your flat?"

Those words didn't just leave his mouth. I must be day dreaming.

"You would let me, someone you've only bet twice, drive this beautiful car?"

"I trust you. Go ahead."

Speechless I hop in the front seat and throw my bag in the back. I can't believe this is happening to me. Driving one of these has been one my life goals list since high school.

Slowly I put the car in drive and shift from first to second gear. And of course the gears are smooth. This car is too perfect.

"I can't thank you enough for letting me do this. I owe you big time."

"I know one way you can repay me now. Answer one question I have."

Straying my eyes from the road I shake my head up and down. I know deep down I shouldn't but part of me wants to.

"Use your words love. Yes or No?"

"Yes."

"When you said you use music to cope what did you mean?"

I should have known this would be his question. I'm ashamed to even contemplate whether I should answer him. Before my brain can even think, I ramble off my answer.

"Well I um have anxiety issues and it always helps calm me down. I struggle a lot and music has been the only thing always there for me. I associate certain people with songs and when I need them I listen to songs that remind me of them."

Well looks like you just spilled all your issues onto him. That's great. Splendid this random British man knows about your anxiety.

"It's funny you say that actually. That's why I got into music too. Something about music puts me at peace and quiets what's going on in my head."

Keeping my eyes on the road, I nod my head and focus my attention to the red light up ahead. After stopping I feel Harry's gaze on me.

Most of the time I would feel comfortable and hide my face, but when he looks at me I don't feel the need to do that.

Maybe I'm going crazy. Who knows. All I know is that I like the way this feels.

Breaking the comfortable silence, Harry looks ahead.

"So love what did you think of the show?"

"Honestly I loved it. You guys play great together and I really enjoyed the set you performed. You have a really great voice. Perfect for classic rock and alternative."

Chucking Harry looks out the window smiling

I never noticed he had dimples before.

"I'm serious Harry, I was impressed. Enough with your questions. I actually have a question of my own."

"Shoot."

Just as I'm about to ask him I pull up in front of my apartment and put the car in park.

"Why green lights?"

"Want my honest answer Sawyer?"

Something about him using my name makes my stomach twist.

"Yes Harry."

"Green is the color of my eyes. I'm the lead singer therefore the most important member of the band. The most important person there should have the lights match something about them. They give off the strongest energy there and it needs to be matched by the lights."

What a narcissist. Kinda hot though. I definitely should not be thinking this way.

"Hm interesting answer. Seeing that I'm home I probably should go inside. Thank you again for taking me home and letting me drive this masterpiece of a car. It really means a lot."

"See you soon Sawyer."

I may regret what I'm about to say as I get out of the car but you only live once right?

"See you soon, love."