Poppy/H.S

Chapter 39

The soft tones of music echo through the room, my heart dancing to the sound of a secret love song. The piano dominates the gentle tones, making its way through the song and outstands in such a way that makes my heart beat faster, the rapid beats of my heart in synch with the tingling sound of music. Goosebumps erupt all over my body as a result of my feelings exploding like a volcano, my stomach full of hot lava, encouraging the butterflies in my lower belly to fly.

I've never heard this song before.

The fan in me is screaming, however, I manage to do my best to remain calm for the duration of the intro to the song, trying not to drop the bomb and scare Harry away. I close my eyes, squeezing one of the cushions with my hand, my fingers digging into the silky smooth fabric, as I try to relieve the sudden urge to scream and cry.

I never thought Harry would take me to his studio for our first date, and I still can't believe the man continues to surprise me every minute I get to spend with him. Even though our relationship has just started today, I already know our honeymoon phase won't end any time soon. Harry will always keep the excitement going, and somehow, I feel guilty for not being as thoughtful and romantic as him. But knowing Harry loves me, the thought alone makes me believe I'm enough. Maybe I really am. Maybe I've finally met the person who thinks I'm enough.

I take a deep breath, trying to regulate the overwhelming feelings, as I listen closely to the sounds of the instrumental to the song. I open my eyes for a brief moment, blushing when I'm met with a curious smile, Harry's green emeralds shining. I tuck the strand of my hair behind my ear, suddenly feeling all shy around him.

The instrumental intro to the song soon comes to an end, and instead of Harry's voice singing some lyrics, I'm surprised to actually hear a female voice, which sounds quite familiar. The sound of the voice is rather distant, almost angelic, making me furrow my eyebrows in concentration, as I try to identify what exactly the voice is saying, wondering what its purpose in the song is.

"Excuse me, Mr. Styles?"

The female voice says, making me think Harry's recorded his conversation with someone. The piano dominates the song, my ears pleased with the harmonic tones.

"Is there anything you need, Becky? I'm recording."

Harry's voice echoes through the room, his accent thick as he replies to the woman in the recording. I look at him questioningly, still having no idea what the purpose of putting the recording of his conversation with his assistant, is.

"There's a certain Ms Valentine Nova trying to reach you. She says it's urgent."

"I don't know a Valentine Nova."

"She's with Poppy."

My heart skips a beat at the mention of my name, making me realise that this is probably the conversation Harry and his assistant had the day when I met Harry. This is the conversation they had before I heard Harry's voice for the very first time, not having an idea of what was going to happen back then.

My eye contact with him is so intense right now, my pupils widening at the realisation of the real reason why he put their conversation to the intro of the song.

This was the first time Harry heard my name.

The fact that he had their conversation recorded makes sense, when I realise he told her he was recording. However, the thought of Harry trying to find this very recording in the massive amount of folders that are displayed on the screen, by what seems like date, makes me smile.

This is such a romantic thing of him to do.

I come to notice the soft tones of the guitar making an appearance in the song, outshining the previous domination of the piano.