Finally, Everything Falls Into Place.

Chapter two

Chapter Two

I sit on the stool, and my fingers lead the way, and take over my mind. The notes randomly come and go to make a beautiful sound. My favorite sound that the ivory keys make. It helps to get away from reality, your troubles, and yourself. And to let the music take over you.

I didn't notice when the rain comes to a stop. The light whistle from the wind making the trees sway in a calming matter. I feel sleep coming back to my senses. I close the balcony doors, make sure my front door is locked, and head back to bed. I close my eyes, and his face flashes to mind, so I open my eyes and try again. Still, it never fails with him, to always make his way back into my life when I try to force him out.

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I wake up to the sound of birds chirping and the sun shining through my window, kissing my cheeks on my pale face. It's about one in the after noon, and I need to be at work around three. I go over my normal rutine of getting ready: shower, hair, make-up, clothes. After my shower, I dry my dirty blonde hair. Eventually, I straighten it, hitting half way down my back. My make-up is simple today, powder foundation, brown eyeliner to make my dark blue eyes pop a little, and mascara. My boss lets me dress how I choose, so I can express who I really am at work. I slip on a pair of jeans, a cream knit sweater, and a classy pair of brown mary jane shoes. I throw my sachel over my shoulder and head out the door.

It's a little cold this morning, so I reach in my purse and pull out a tabogin. When I have that on, and refocus my eyes on where I'm going, I saw him. He was walking in where I work. I just noticed several business men walking around me, because I've abruptly stopped in the middle of the side walk with my mouth in the form of and O. My eyes are about to pop out of my skull, when I realize he's walking towards me. I turn around and make a run for it. I can hear his footsteps getting closer behind my due to my lact of height. I make a sudden turn, then another into a small alley. I peek around the corner of a building and see that he's stopped running as well. He runs his hands through his dark brown curls in a stressful way kicking a rock in the process. He turns around and continues back to where he came from.

I swiftly speed walk back to my apartment, while making a call.

"Hello."

"Hey Bryson, I was just calling to tell you I've come down with some kind of cold, I'm sorry, but I can't come into work today." I reply, attempting to sound sick.

"It's fine, Ariel. We're not that busy today, because of the weather, but I'll come over tonight when I get home from work to check on you."

"Thank you so much, I appreicate it. If you don't mind me asking, whose there today?" asking this because we have lots of regulars.

"Oh, umm, there's Mr. and Mrs. Stephens in there regular spots. Along with a couple of young guys."

"Whose the young guys?"

"I'm not sure, one of them sounds British. He's really tall. You know him?"

I begin to panic inside. I can't believe he's here. How'd he find me? Wait, maybe he didn't look for me.

"Ariel, you there?"

"Yeah, I'm sorry, daydreaming. But um, I'll see you tomorrow. See ya."

"Bye Ariel."

What if he comes back there tomorrow? How long is he in town? Why is he here?

All these questions are running through my head when I reach my door. I decide to just get some rest for the remainder of the day.

(NOTE: harry is not famous in this story. )

Harry's POV

I saw her. It's almost been a year since I've seen her, her long blonde hair that when it catches the sunlight it glimmers. Her lips that I used to be able to kiss anytime I want, that meshed so well with mine, soft and pale pink. My favorite part about her, are her eyes. The deepest blue, but somehow still are able to shine bright at any time of the day. That when I look in them, I was get lost and forget where I am or what I'm doing. I always admired her personal style, one day classy, and the next laid back and almost hippie. Everything about her is amazing. It sounds cliche, but it's true, and I had to screw everything up. One day, that was all it took to lose her, to watch her walk out the door, and I didn't run after her. Unlike what I'm about to do now. I started to take a step towards her, and as soon as I did, she bolted. When she looked up, she had mixed emotions from confused, shock, hate, and pure sadness. Her eyes began to fill with clear tears, and I'm the cause of it.

I tried to stop her, even though I didn't call her name. I couldn't find my voice. So the next best thing, was to just catch up with her, and make her talk to me. But I was too late, she had already found a place to hide I'm guessing, or either she's just a fast runner.

"Shit." I cuss under my breath. I shake my curls out of my face in frustration only for them to fall right back in my line of sight. I turned around and thought; Where was she going? She was walking in the direction I was...the restaurant.

I jog back to my friends and explain I thought I saw a cat, and wanted to take it to the pound to be rescued. They bought it, thank you Jesus. I don't want to explain mine and Ariel's past. That's between me and her.

"Excuse me, sir, we'd like a table for three." I told the front desk manager.

"Right this way guys." he said.

He led us to a table, seated very close to a grand black piano in the center of the dining room. My thoughts running wild, thinking of the girl that made my heart swell when I heard her play. My thoughts were intrupted by the manager.

"Your waiter will be with you in a few minutes." I caught his name on his work attire.

"Bryson, does anyone play the piano here?" i ask with all seriousness.

"Why yes, she's out sick today, but will return tomorrow. You guys should really come back tomorrow night and hear her play, she's quite remarkable." He replied.

"Thank you, we will."

"Guys, I'll be right back." I told my two friends, Tom and Ryn. We've been friends ever since Junior year at UNI. We decided to take a month long tour to New York as celebration of graduating college. The don't know about Ariel.

"Sure thing, mate." Ryn kindly excused me.

I got up from our table, and went to the piano. I sat on the stool and began to play a familiar tune I've only heard once, but never seemed to forget. Ariel wrote this for me, two years ago. It's a simple melody, but strong and meaningful. I felt a tear roll down my face and I quickly stopped playing to regain myself. I don't want the guys to see me like this, only knowing I'll get bombarded with questions. So I tell them I don't feel to well, which they thankfully understood. I head back to the hotel we're staying and try to sleep, and once I do, only one face comes to mind.

Ariel.

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