The Way I Feel Inside | h.s.

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Harry's POV:

I boarded the tour bus without a word to anyone, besides an apology for my tardiness, and went straight to the back to sit on the leather couch. I could feel Mitch and Sarah's eyes on me as I passed them in the middle sitting area, and I was grateful they knew not to stop and ask any questions.

I just wanted to sit for awhile.

I peered out the tinted windows, watching everyone living their normal Sunday lives. Sitting in their cars at stoplights, walking on the street, entering and exiting establishments at their own leisurely paces, sipping coffees.

The sun was shining again, so the Seattle streets were busy and it was obvious that spirits were high, since any October day could be the last day they see sun for months. The Pacific Northwest was a lot like England in that way - maybe that's why I've always felt an odd nostalgia when I've come here.

My legs were crossed at the ankles, my back rested against the high seat of the leather couch, and I reached into my jeans pocket to take out that small square piece of paper.

I opened it up to see the bee and Bee's writing, but then I opened it all the way just to glance at the note I wrote her. I couldn't help but wonder briefly why she didn't keep it. She didn't keep anything I gave her. I expected her to keep the note, the grey t-shirt... anything. But she didn't.

I folded the paper once again so I could see the bee, and I unlocked my phone to open my music app. I typed the song in, then reached into my duffel for my ear buds.

I already knew this was going to be an emotional song. But I was curious what genre it would be, what the lyrics would say. I hadn't heard the song before, nor had I heard of the artist. Listening to new music - or at least, new to me - is one of my favorite things to do. So I already loved it.

With my ear buds in and my phone resting on my lap, I folded my hands together over my fuzzy wool sweater just above my belt buckle and shut my eyes as the song started.

[I'm going to put the times of the song in parenthesis to show which parts I'm talking about.]

(0.00-0.37)The song started with building strings that clouded my mind with peace, the kind that makes you aware of any tension you might be holding. I lifted my eyebrows slightly before resting them to release the small amount of tension that was between them, and then shortly after, the drums came in, (0.38-0.50) causing my lips to curl up just slightly as I exhaled. My tongue had been pressed to the roof of my mouth with subconscious stress, so I carefully removed it and relaxed it in my mouth, simultaneously unclenching my jaw as well.

My toes tapped along to the beat and when the melody from the piano started,(0.51-1:15) my head nodded along as well.

(1.16-1.41)The song continued to build, a happy tune that made me want to run and explore. It felt whimsical and carefree, but deliberate and purposeful. I realized very quickly, it sounded like Bee.

(1.42-2.39)The drums stopped and the strings started quietly again, building to what was sure to be the next crescendo, and when it eventually did just that, my smile grew even more as I waited for the drums to start again. When they did,(2.40-3.04) my fingers tapped along. My ego may have been boosted a bit by my ability to hypothesize a song I've never heard before.

(3.05-3.55)When it came to an isolated piano part, all my tapping and nodding stopped and my hand reached toward the volume knob to turn it up all the way.