Making It!

Chapter 4

The creative juices kept on flowing for days after our date. I had my journal and guitar out more than I had in months.

I sit back on the sofa and look down at the words and music written, dare i say it....i think I've actually made something that's worth letting others hear. I don't think I've ever felt that from any other song or poem I've penned before. It's a strange feeling, but a nice one.

"Well, well, well here comes Prince Charming" I hear as I walk through the door for my shift. I look at Niall with a smile but say nothing. "Tommo's smile hasn't left his face since he got home on Saturday night" he continues. Hearing that makes my stomach flutter. "I see that smile Styles" Niall points out with a little laugh as I dip past him and into the office.

I work through my usual routine of filling the beer fridges, restocking the spirits optics and taking the chairs off tables. It's just me at the moment, Niall's placing orders in the office, I'm shocked to find myself singing along to Dreams by Fleetwood Mac on the radio, there's no pangs of anxiety or nerves. This is new for me, i wouldn't normally sing anywhere else but at home.

Niall appears from the office "Nice pipes Harry'' and I completely freeze at that comment, going pale and I immediately can't catch my breath. The panic hits me right in the gut!

Niall is by my side in an instant with concern written all over his face. "Breathe mate, c'mon" he rubs my back comfortingly, I nod and bow my head as I grip tight onto the bar. It takes me a few minutes to gain control of my breathing, "Now you see why I can't do the performing thing" I look up at Niall with tears in my eyes. I get a sympathetic smile and a nod as Niall opens his arms offering me a hug. It's just what I need, he engulfs me with his arms and body and I rest my head on his shoulder and close my eyes, I feel the last of the anxiety fade away. "Thanks" I pull away and rub away the tears from my eyes. "any time mate" and with that Niall heads over to sort the till at the other side of the bar, sensing a need some time alone.

I really have landed on my feet here in London, i appreciate everyone for the help they have given me, but right now I couldn't be more grateful for Niall.

I get so angry and frustrated at myself whenever this happens, when I let the fear and anxiety take over. I've tried to sing many many times over the years and failed epically everytime, the fear just cripples me! I know what everyone must think when they hear what I want to do for a career. I want to succeed, I want to do this for Robin and I want to do it for me.

I wake the next morning to a text from Niall.

N- All good mate? X

He really is lovely.

H- Yeah, i'm good. Thanks again for yesterday. Sorry again for the freak out. x

Almost immediately there was a reply.

N- Don't sweat it, that's what friends are for, remember that, i'm more than just your boss lad x

H- thanks mate, i appreciate that x

1 last text arrives from Niall.

N- staff meeting 3pm, see you then kid x

I turn the corner towards the bar and that's when I see him, Louis. He's in a cap and a tracksuit, what a beautiful sight. We have exchanged texts since Saturday but this is the 1st I've physically seen him since then. When he looks up from his phone and our eyes meet, those flutters are back and going crazy in my stomach. I stop at the bar door and wait for him, without any words Louis steps straight into me and wraps his arms around my lower back, resting his head against my chest. Right away I embrace him, having him this close feels so good, so normal, like this is how its always been.