POV: You're Matilda (not your actual name, your just who the song is abt)
It was dark, the sun had set, I was laying against harry's chest. It was a warm summer night. I felt so safe, so comfortable with him. Venerable.
"When I was younger, my parents weren't the most loving, supportive parents in the world. They definitely weren't winning parent of the year awards. So my friends became my family, ones who would always love me and be there for me. I always felt bad for leaving and growing up, but I did it. I made it out. Maybe I'll feel different as I get older, but, I just don't see them as my family" I said, feeling tears slipping out of my eyes
"You don't have to be sorry, I'm so proud of you, you've showed me so much power that can bring sun to the darkest days, I love you Y/N, i'll always be here for you, no matter what" his hold around me became tighter. We sat there for a long time, just being there for each other.
"You're like Matilda" he finally said, breaking the silence
"What?"
"That old Roald Dahl book, a girl who was never shown love, but was so brilliant. Her teacher ended up loving her and becoming her mother, felling more like family then the one who birthed her."
"I guess so" I smiled
Time skip: a few months later
"Darling?" Harry called out
"In the sitting room!" I yelled back
He had just arrived home back from the studio.
"We finished a song today!" He said smiling
"Oh Harry that's wonderful!" Harry had been working so hard to make sure this album was the best and it had been stressing him out, that he hadn't let me hear any of the songs yet and it was killing me.
"I wanted to play it for you"
"Oh yes I can't wait to hear it!" I said so excited
"It's called 'Matilda'"
"What?" I asked. With that he pulled out the phone and started to play the song.
.....
I sat there, listening to the music, feeling it in my soul. It was about me, that conversation we had that felt like years ago. I had these memories running through my head, everything those people had done to me, how I let it happen, that I thought thats what a family was. Soon enough it ended.
"Dammit Hazza" I said, wiping tears that had fallen from my eyes.
"You like it?" he asked
"of course I do" I said wrapping him in a hug. I held on tight.
"Is it ok if I out it on the album?" he asked me
"Of course haz, I know this song will relate to so many people, it's comforting in the way Fine Line says everything will be alright, that you can always make it out. Put it on the album, the world needs to hear this song"
