The Me You Can't See (H.S)

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A/N:

Hey my lovelies,

Don't forget to play the video of Sunflower Vol 6 when it comes up. This is how I imagined Haven's song to sound like and as of right now, it does not have any lyrics.

-O

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Haven's POV:

"Okay my little sunflower, are you ready for your last gift?"

Harry smiles when the words leave my lips and I pry myself away from him with a laugh. There laying in a large brown envelope at the bottom of my bag is the last and final touch to Harry's birthday redo.

"Okay close your eyes." I tell him, speaking over my shoulder while I pull the contents out of my bag. "Are they closed?" I check to make sure he isn't peeking.

"Yes." he responds and I can hear the smile in his words. I sit back down cross-legged in front of him, with the envelope held out in front of me.

"Okay you can open them." my palms begin to sweat and my heart begins to race. I'm not worried that he won't like it, because even if he didn't. . . well, he wouldn't tell me. But I am nervous because it's something so vulnerable, so raw and my feelings are so completely bare to him.

He opens his eyes, and an eager expression is already plastered across his face. "It's not much, but I really hope you like it." I reluctantly hand it to him.

Lifting his gaze to meet mine, he rolls his eyes briefly while ripping open the seal of the large envelope. "Sorry, I didn't wrap it." I fiddle with my fingers in my lap.

"Sunny, relax. I'll love whatever it is you got me." he attempts to reassure me but it doesn't do much to ease my anxiety.

As he pulls out the fresh sheet music, filled with a variety of notes and photocopied smudges his eyebrows pull into a look of pure confusion. " I didn't buy this. I made it" I confess to him, noticing the way his thumb runs over the cover page labelled From: Sunny, To: Harry.

"What is this?" he asks while separating the several sheets of paper, revealing an intricate composition of notes that can only begin to describe the importance he has over my existence.

"It's a song. I composed it for you." I reply sheepishly and his expression drops. Shocked, he focuses all his attention back on the sheets, analyzing each page in silence for several minutes before he makes eye contact with me once again.

"You wrote this?" he blinks frequently viewing me amazed. I bite my lip almost embarrassed while nodding my head slowly.

"For you." I state. "I started writing it after you brought me here the first time. I was going to give it to you yesterday but I thought it would be better to give it to you here instead."

"You did this for me?" he repeats the question one more time. "Always for you." I smile back at him but his expression is no longer the one I saw not 30 seconds ago.

He leans forward and pecks my lips quickly before shoving the sheets back into the brown envelope, sealing it back up. "Thanks."

Thanks? That's it? I don't know the reaction I expected but it was a hell of a lot more than just thanks.

"Um, yeah. . .no problem." I reply back both dryly and shocked. I hate to say it, but that kind of stings. I spent weeks writing this song for him to just say thanks?

"What was the name of it again?" I feel stupid. So fucking stupid.

"Sunflower Vol 6" I wait for him to ask where the title comes from but instead I'm hit with a "cool" as he nods his head.