Chapter 17- It Just Sort of Happened

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 “Sing for me, Harry.” I begged as I poked at his cheek. We had been sitting on this same couch for what seemed to be days, but in reality, were just a few hours. After X Factor ended we found ourselves watching endless reruns of Friends until the sunlight was replaced by the moon gleaming in the window. From the excessive amounts of episodes we watched, we decided that Harry was definitely Ross and that I was a mix of Rachel and Monica.

“What do you want me to sing?” He asked with his head slightly tilted.

I pretended to think hard, “Hmmmm.” I lifted my feet and hung them over the sides of the sofa so that my head lay across his legs. “Well what song do you think you want to audition with?”

He huffed, “Really? You’re going to talk about this again? I told you Sienna, I don’t think I could do it.”

I argued, “Well not with that attitude you’re not!”

“Fine.” He groaned. “I guess if I ever was to audition, I’d sing Summer of ’69 cause people seem to like when I do that one.”

I grunted, “Oh no you’re not. If you’re going to go off and audition for the X Factor you can’t go in doing something safe like that.”

Harry narrowed his eyebrows and spoke sarcastically, “Then what do you suggest? Maybe some Iron Maiden or some heavy metal?”

I laughed, “No, no, no!” I lightly tapped his nose, “Something that’s meaningful to you and makes you special.”

He tapped my nose back, “Ok, I’m still not hearing any song titles here.”

I sighed, “I can’t choose it for you! It’s something you have to pick on your own. Something that speaks to you.”

“Anything that you pick would be special to me. Honestly, give me some ideas because I have none.” His comment made my stomach tightened but I rattled my brain of some of the songs I’ve been obsessed with lately. They were mostly things off of the top forties charts and he couldn’t use any of those mainstream hits. He needed a classic, everyone loved classics.

“What about Isn’t She Lovely? It’s old but I think you’d make it new again.”

Harry closed his eyes and hummed the tune, “I like it. My mom used to sing that song all around the house.”

He opened his eyes again and fondled with my fingers as he began singing the familiar tune, “Isn’t she lovely? Isn’t she wonderful?” His voice made a slight riff, “Isn’t she precious? Less than one minute old, I never thought through love we’d be making one as lovely as she.” He took a quick breath and paused briefly, “But isn’t she lovely made from love?”

I bit my lips softly as I peeked my eyes up to meet his, “I don’t see how the judges could look you in the eyes and tell you no after you’ve sang like that.” 

He smirked, “You’re just biased like my mom.”

I opened my mouth in shock, “You think I’d lie to you?” I sat up from his lap and crossed my arms at him jokingly, “I thought we were past that by now.”

“Well back before we were friends you couldn’t stand my band and now you’re saying that I could win the X Factor? What am I supposed to think?”

I reminded him, “Clean slate.” He rolled his eyes, “I was just stuck-up back then. I think you of all people knew that.”

He laughed, “So you’re not stuck-up anymore?”

I gasped slightly, “What are you implying!” I tapped his forehead playfully and he grabbed my hand before I could pull it back. He shoved me down onto the hardwood floor and attempted to tickle my sides.

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