Grace Notes

Chapter 71

Harry's POV-

I know I said my new song I'd written was just going to be mine personally, but as I worked on it more, I figured I'd show it to Valentino. As always, he fell in love with the song. In fact, he loved it so much that he added it onto my setlist for my upcoming shows. He even had Lorenzo jump right to work on making a back track for me, as well as a loop that would feed through my ear piece. It's crazy what can be accomplished in a couple days.

I had played a show in Tampa, and then in Raleigh. Now we were in Pittsburgh and this was the first time I was going to perform it. Not only was I going to be performing it, but there was also going to be a news station there streaming the song live to promote it, along with Lights Up, since that had consistently been my top song.

After my normal two hours of rehearsal, along with three hours of hair, makeup, and wardrobe, it was time for me to wait for another thirty minutes before I went on.

Instead of passing the time taking drugs or drinking, I chose to listen to my new practice track on a loop just to make sure I knew where I was supposed to come in after each verse and chorus.

Before I knew it, it was time for me to go on.

The show went as usual, fans screaming my names, the overhead lights shining directly into my irises, causing me to feel blinded, and the constant ticking of the metronome in my ear.

I performed Watermelon Sugar, She, Adore You, Sign of the Times, Golden, and Lights Up before Lorenzo told me in my ear piece that Falling was next. Knowing that not only were the eyes of the fans in this room were watching me, but also the eyes of everyone watching me on television was nerve wracking. You think I'd be more used to it by now, but the pressure was overwhelming.

So I did what I always did when I felt unease about a situation, and I closed my eyes.

I had chosen to do this song acoustically, so against my chest, I held my guitar.

Then I opened my mouth after the countdown and began to sing.

"I'm in my bed, and you're not here, and there's no one to blame, but the drink in my wandering hands"

Everyone in the room was squealing, knowing I was singing an unheard song. Although almost as soon as it began, they hushed so they could actually hear it.

"Forget what I said. It's not what I meant. And I can't take it back. I can't unpack the baggage you left. What am I now? What am I now? What if I'm someone I don't want around? I'm falling again. I'm falling again. I'm falling. What if I'm down? What if I'm out? What if I'm someone you won't talk about? I'm falling again. I'm falling again. I'm falling"

Lola's POV-

My eyes were glued to the tv screen and my fingers frozen on the keyboard of my laptop. The reporter had announced that Harry would be singing a new song, and considering that I had never heard this one before, I assumed it was it. But it wasn't just because of the unfamiliarity of it, but also the fact that it was drastically different than the normally upbeat and peppy trend of his other songs.

"You said you care and you missed me, too, and I'm well aware I write too many songs about you"

It was at that moment when I realized that the song was about me. He hadn't really written any songs about anything else since we'd met. I wasn't expecting such somber lyrics from him, but then again what could I expect? We had broken up. If he hadn't gotten over me yet, why wouldn't he write a breakup song about us?

"And the coffee's out at the Beachwood Café. And it kills me cause I know we've run out of things we can say"

And there was the winning line. Mentioning our coffee spot was a dead giveaway. Last I checked, he hadn't taken any other girls there.