Falling Stars [h.s]

Chapter 51

Aurora

Today was Harry's first live performacne show in front of at least two hundred people. He was nervous I can tell, I tried my best to comfort and console him. I know he would be amazing. There is no doubt that he won't do a good job and everyone will love him. I've heard plenty of his songs before and all I can say is his lyrics as impeccable. I haven't heard any of his new stuff, but I'm certain it would be as amazing as the rest.

Harry was busy setting up on stage. I sat in the front row in hopes to ease his nerves. Layla sat next to me. She excitedly cheered him on once she saw him get on the stage. He sat by the piano and gracefully ran his fingers along the keys. He brought the microphone closer to him, then turned to us. He gave me a reassuring smile before turning his attention to the piano and pressing his fingers against the keys, playing a soft melody.

Soon after the words followed along to the melody of the piano, "I'm in my bed, And you're not here, And there's no one to blame,But the drink in my wandering hands. Forget what I said, It's not what I meant, And I can't take it back, I can't unpack the baggage you left."

I was intrigued by the lyrics to say the least. I sat up in my seat, trying to get a clearer listen. 'What am I now? What am I now? What if I'm someone I don't want around? I'm falling again, I'm falling again, I'm falling. What if I'm down?What if I'm out? What if I'm someone you won't talk about? I'm falling again, I'm falling again, I'm falling'

By the end of the song, I was more interested in the lyrics, what they all meant and who it was meant for. Harry stepped off the stage. I stood up with Layla and met him halfway. "What did you think?" He asked hopefully.

"I absolutely loved it Harry. It's a beautiful song with beautiful lyrics." He thanked me, gently pressing a kiss to my cheeks. He took Layla's hand and led us to the exit of the building. I held back from asking him the questions lingering at the back of my brain. I wanted to know more about the song, but I also didn't want to make him uncomfortable.

As we reached the exit all the way in the back of the place, we were stopped by a familiar face.

"You did amazing H, I'm so proud of you." She pressed a kiss to his lips before going in for a hug. I turned away in confusion and discomfort.

"Thank-you for coming and thank-you for believing in me."

"Harper and I made you a special dinner to celebrate. Will you be home soon?"

"Yes, I'll be there soon."

"Okay." She waved goodbye to him then turned around to leave, but not before sending a wink my way. I tried to ignore her, but it was hard especially when she was giving Harry kisses. It confused me in all honesty. Why was he so comfortable and okay with it? I thought they had divorced. That is what he told me anyway.

He snaked his hand around my back and led us out to the parking lot. Once we got to the car I buckled Layla in then got in the passengers seat. Neither Harry or I spoke a word the entire drive home. I had many questions, but I didn't know if confronting him on it was the best idea. What if he shuts me out? He will simply dismiss me like he usually does when I ask him personal questions.

Finally I got the courage to just come out with it, "Why did she kiss you?" He peered at me for a split second before turning his attention back to the road.

"I didn't necessarily let her did I? It happened too quick for me to react. I don't know why she did that, it caught me completely off guard. I'm sorry."

"You could've said something in that moment."

"What could I have said Aurora?"

"If you don't know then neither do I Harry."

"Don't be like that."

"Like what? Am I not allowed to feel infuriated and uncomfortable about another women kissing my boyfriend?"

"Let's not do this right now please. Not with Alaska in the car." I ignored him, turning to look out the window instead.It always something with him. And it always had to do with Priscilla.

I thought back to the song. Was It about her? Harry wasn't new to writing songs for and about Priscilla. He has been doing it all his life since he knew her. Why would this one be any different?

"Did you write that song for her?" He slightly turned to look at me then shook his head no before facing away from me again,

"This is a song I have been working on for a while now. I really wanted it to mean something. I took my time with it because it is very important to me."

"That doesn't answer my question Harry."

"No the song is not for Priscilla. It's about me."

"You've written many songs for her before. It's hard to believe this one isn't for her as well."

He pulled over to the side of the street in front of the house and put the car in park. He averted his full attention to me and looked me in the eye, "Why do you always think the worst of me Aurora? How come you can never trust my word? Why are you so convinced the song is about Priscilla?"

It was hard to hear him ask me these questions. They made me out to be an insecure jealous person. I was not. I just couldn't fully trust Harry after everything he's done in the past. I wanted to believe him, I so badly wanted to trust his word and never second guess it, but he made it almost impossible. "There is a line in the song, 'I'm well aware I write too many songs about you' Priscilla is the only person you have written songs about."

"That's not true."

"It's fine if the song is for her Harry. I don't want to argue about this anymore, it's getting late. I'm need to put Layla to bed now, you should go."

He grabbed my wrist in hopes to stop me from leaving the car, "I've written songs about you before Aurora. This song is for you."

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