Sinner H.S

3

Valentine Fitz

I'm back at the studio, supposed to be with Harry. Jeff called me saying he wants me in today. But Jeff isn't here. It's Harry's producer--Asher. He's really nice from what I have gathered so far, good looking, brown hair, brown eyes. He's pretty tall, but not taller than Harry.

Speaking of Harry, he isn't here. I'm guessing he's running late, but I honestly couldn't care less. I like recording by myself. In the meantime Asher has let me do the back vocals. I already warmed up my voice, did all the exercises and drank lots of water.

"Perfect, Valentine. This time just go a little higher." Asher suggests. I nod, and I go higher this time.

"Amazing." He says. "Now, drag out the 'alright' even after Harry finishes, but not too long." I nod and he presses play again, this time it's not only the background music, but Harry's voice singing the lyrics. I almost gasp. Last time I was here he was just screaming into the mic. Saying "Ah, ah" and I was just there behind him. This time I'm hearing the music, the melody and his voice together sound angelic.

He starts to sing and that's my cue to go in.
"Alrighttt."

And I can hear Asher clapping from the other room. I look through the glass and smile. "Amazing. You two together sound heavenly." Asher says. I take my headphones off and walk out of the room and into the production room.

"Where have you been this whole time Valentine?" He jokes, I smile softly at his comment.

"Is this being released?" I ask him.
"At first we didn't know, wanted to try it out. But now...yeah, I think we might release this." He says nodding.

"And Harry's okay with it?" I want to confirm, remembering what he said the other day. The energy has shifted once I mentioned how Harry felt.

"He's...." Asher pauses, trying to find the right words. "Jeff talked to him once you left. He's wasn't fond of the idea then, but trust me. He's getting the picture." He answers. I nod, not wanting to ask more questions. Just then the door opens.

It's Harry.

He's dressed in a white shirt, wearing a black short jacket on top, with light brown pants wearing a blue denim beret. He's holding some coffee, and a bagel in his hand.

"Welcome, Harry!" Asher greets. He nods, but he's looking over at me. "She's here again?" He asks like I'm not standing right in front of him.

"She just finished her part of the song," Asher explains, "I called you in to see how you both would sound together in real time." Asher says. Harry doesn't respond, just slightly nods then looks over at me. He places the coffee down on the table and goes into the recording studio.

I don't go in, it's just Harry this time. "Harry can you sign the chorus for me again." Asher tells him. He nods, the music plays but I can't hear it. Jus then Asher hands me a pair of headphones so that I can.

And it's almost breathtaking. He starts to sing, but his eyes are fixated on me. He's looking through his eyebrows. His facial features become sharp as his green eyes pierce my soul. I feel small in his stare. It's those stares that have power over me, the ones that used to scare me, the ones that make me feel weak and worthless. I watch as at the parts he's not singing, he clenches his jaw, sharpening his face even more. My throat dries up at the sudden movement, his eyes never left mine once.

I almost forget that music was playing until Asher speaks.

"Perfect, Valentine why don't you go in there?"

Caught off guard my brows raise slightly. "Yeah sure." I say clearling my throat as I get up from the couch, taking the headphones off and going into the room.

Once I walk in I don't say anything, just give him a glance and stand beside him. "Everyone ready?" Asher asks, and we both nod.

He plays the melody again. Harry sings his part, and when I feel like I fit, I sing my part. Sometimes there certain places where I don't sing. Just Harry and his raw emotion that goes into the song, causing it to make you feel like you want to rip your heart out.

Once our part is over, we go back into the production room and play the song to see if it sounds well.

Harry always has something to say, but this time he didn't. I think he genuinely liked this take.

"Anything anyone wants to add or change?" Asher asks, I shake my head, Harry does too. Asher smiles. "Perfect. I'll send this over to the editors, see if they like it and I'll let you know."

I smile, "Thank you! It was nice meeting you!"

"Of course! See you."
I grab my things and head out the door, I can sense Harry walking behind me, but I don't pay any attention.

I get into my car, rolling down the windows a bit since the car is a bit warm. I text Camille that my recording session is over. I place my phone onto the passenger side seat and start my car. But just then Harry knocked on my window.

I roll my window down in confusion. "Can I help you?"

"You left this." He hands me my red lip balm. "Oh." I take it from his hand and put on the seat next to my phone. "Thanks." I say. The corner of his mouth lift the tiniest bit. "See you soon, little red." And he walks away.

Little Red? What does that mean?

I don't give it much attention, I just press gas, and head home.
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It's been 3 hours since I came home. All I've been doing was watching movies and sitting on the couch. So, I decided that I should do something productive. I got up, got dressed and went to the bookstore. I haven't had time to buy new books in a while, plus I have other errands to run, so this would be perfect.

I make it to my local bookshop. Everyone there is so sweet. Most of them I grew up with. I'd use to come in here as a kid. Most of the employees that I know knew me as a kid as well.

There's this one old lady, very sweet. Greta. She was about 50 when I was younger. She always gets so excited whenever I come over.

I see she isn't working today, which I kinda feel sad about. Normally she works every Wednesday, Fridays and Sunday's. It's Tuesday so it makes sense why she isn't here.

I go off and head over to the romance section, picking out a couple books I place them into my basket. As I'm looking at shelf's and placing all the books I love, I accidentally bump into someone.

"Shit, sorry." I say rubbing my forehead. "No worries." A British accent speaks. I look up to see a good looking man, in what looks like his twenties, with amber brown eyes. I'm almost speechless from his familiarity.

"You okay?" The man speaks again, snapping me out of my thoughts. "Yeah, i'm fine...it's just, I swear i've seen you around some where." I recall.

"I'm Zayn." He introduces, and I still can't place where I've seen him before.

Maybe I'm seeing things

"Sorry, Valentine."I introduce. We shake hands briefly. "I thought I've seen you somewhere." I explain. He nods, "No, it's cool. Have a good day." He says. I smile politely and say a quick sorry again and continue my way down the isle.

As I make my way to the checkout, I can see Zayn coming in line behind me. Then my phone rings. I begin to check my pockets but it isn't my phone.
It's Zayn's.

"Hey mate." Zayn answers. I don't want to eavesdrop so I try my best to try and focus my attention elsewhere. There's a pause before he speaks again. "Harry, are you there?" And my heart drops to my ass. I turn around but Zayn is already walking away, finding better connection persume.

Maybe it's a coincidence.
There's no way Zayn is talking to the Harry I think it is.
Maybe i'm losing my mind.

I need to go home.

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shitty ass chapter but leave me be

the first few chapters are always the hardest to write

all the love,

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