Grace Notes

Chapter 19

Lola's POV-

The next afternoon when I was finishing up combing out my hair, my phone pinged.

Harry: I'm outside whenever you're ready.

I smiled and did one last comb through before grabbing my purse and walking towards the door. Grayson and Sarah were sitting in the living room playing some kind of XBOX game.

"I'll be back later" I told them.

They both mumbled something, so I grabbed my keys on the way out and made my way around the corner to Harry's car. He was waiting for me by the passenger door.

"What took you so long?" he tilted his head, opening the door for me.

I rolled my eyes and climbed in. "I had to finish getting ready"

He scanned me up and down. "You look nice"

"Thanks"

After closing it, he walked around to the other side and hopped in, then started the car up.

"Are you going to tell me where we're going?"

"Coffee"

"I know that, but what specific coffee shop?"

"You'll see" he pulled out of the parking space.

"I thought you were a tea drinker"

"I have my preferences, but then again, so do you"

"Do you have a notebook for the song writing?" I asked.

"Of course" he smiled. "I always have notebooks in here. You never know when an idea will pop into your head"

"Do you have a lot of ideas jotted down?"

"Feel free to take a look" he gestured into the back seat.

I twisted around and picked up the one on top, assuming that would be where his most recent stuff was. I flipped to the latest page where there were doodles of sunflowers at the top with fancy lettering that spelled at Sunflower Vol. 6.

"Why volume six?" I asked him.

"Why not?"

"Because it makes no sense?"

"Some things make sense to one person, and not to another" he paused. "But since you must know it's the sixth song I have written about a specific person"

"And that person is..?"

"Who do you think?" he glanced at me.

"I know it's not me?"

"Are you sure about that?"

I shook my head at him, then looked back down at the lyrics.

Sunflower, my eyes want you more than a melody. Let me inside. Wish I could get to know you. Sunflowers, sometimes, keep it sweet in your memory. I was just tongue tied. I don't wanna make you feel bad, but I've been trying hard not to talk to you, Sunflower.

"Sunflower" I repeated, touching the words on the paper. "My mother?"

"You look just like her" softly, his lips turned up. "Though sunflowers stand above all other flowers, and that's how I see you"

It was a sweet metaphor to say the least, but I was also shocked that he had written a song about me in the first place.

"You're a really good writer. You need to get your work out there"

"I've been working on that" he let out a sigh. "But getting discovered is very competitive. There's a lot of amazing singers, some greatly more talented than myself, that just sing for their shampoo bottles"