A Hit In The Making | H.S | 1D |

Chapter 2

Harry's POV:

Rachel... the name's fitting. I like it.

I extend my hand for a handshake, but she slightly flinches at the gesture. Damn it Harry. You've probably scared her. I chide myself. She then stands, walks around the piano bench and gives a tentative handshake. "Nice to meet you, Harry. Welcome to Starlight Studios" she says as tho she were trying to recover from our previous exchange.

Our eyes meet and I'm struck with an intense sense of awe. Rachel has big, beautiful, expressive brown eyes that hold a quality I've never seen before; like a genuine kindness and love which knows no bounds. There's a sense of wonder and curiosity as well as something much deeper that I can't quite pinpoint. And also something else... something else...

Innocence. Pure innocence. And I feel drawn to it like a moth is to light.

Those eyes. I could get lost in those eyes forever.

"Thank you." I reply as I let go of her small hand, taking note of how wonderfully soft her skin is. I quickly take in the sight of her. She's average height, about 5'8, not too tall. She has a slightly tanned complexion and legs that go on for days. I notice her hair and my breath hitches slightly; it's a chestnut brown with layers and various natural curl patterns, and is long enough to cover her entire back and even most of her bum. I've never seen such beautiful hair in my life.

As my eyes reach her face once more I notice the subtle blush on her cheeks, finding it completely adorable. "I'm sorry if I startled you." I give Rachel a friendly smile and turn towards the piano sitting in front of us, fingering a few keys and then walks towards the miniature fridge in the corner. "No, you're fine!" She quickly recovers, heading towards the snack bar. "Can I get you anything, Harry? Are you thirsty?" She asks as I take note of her slight southern American accent. I can already tell this girl must be the picture of southern hospitality. Smiling to myself, I reply "Yes. I'll have a water, please" "Comin' right up!" She shoots back cheerfully.

She gracefully closes the distance between us and hands me a cold water bottle. We both take a few refreshing sips and give a satisfied sigh, almost in unison. She starts to giggle, breaking the ice a little more as I chuckle to myself. The sound of her laugh is like that of wind chimes. Beautiful summer wind chimes. I'd do anything to hear that laugh again.

The tension from earlier is completely gone and in its place is an easygoing feel that I quite enjoy. I place my water bottle on the ground next to the piano's leg and sit on the bench. Rachel leans against the instrument with her elbows, giving me a slightly confused look.

"Where's your band? Mr. Johnson said you guys would be here between ten and twelve. It's 12:15" she asks while eyeing her smart watch. "Oh they're all stuck in traffic at the moment. I decided to leave earlier and get a feel for this place like I usually do. By the looks of it, they won't be here for at least another half hour. Which leaves you and me" I reply, throwing her a cheeky grin. To which she just smiles, shakes her head and walks around mindlessly until she reaches my guitar case in the corner.

"Your's?" She asks curiously, eyeing the red stitching. "Yep." I glance over still fiddling about the keys. She gives an approving nod and approaches the piano once more. "Well I don't wanna intrude on you're 'getting a feel of the place'. So I'll leave you to it." She smiles and begins walking past me. "Drinks are in the mini fridge and snacks & such are scattered about the bar. Feel free to help yourself. I'll be right outside. Just hollar if you need-"

"No please, you're not intruding at all. If anything I rather prefer your company." I say before gently catching her arm and immediately releasing it, once again taking note of her soft skin. She blushes slightly, but thankfully doesn't seem flustered or startled like before. I don't want her to feel intimidated by me in the least. "Alright. What would you like to do?" She asks. "Why don't you join me here on the piano? You play beautifully" I say as she blushes again and turns away. "No thanks, I think I'll leave that to the professional here." She winks. "Plus I was just fooling around earlier. It wasn't great and I wasn't expecting anyone to come in-"