The Beginning • Book One • A Kit Harington Fanfiction

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Kit's P.O.V

When we had finished up at the beach we jumped back into the car and headed to the park. Not only had I got some good photos Alli had found some shells to take photos of for her folio. It was turning out surprisingly easy to take photos. Alli just walked ahead and explored a bit and I just stood behind and took photos. It might have looked weird to the odd person that walked past but I was really pleased with the outcome. My favorite shot so far was of Alli standing in front of the sea looking out into the horizon, the wind was blowing so her hair was naturally flowing one way and the sea reflected the pinks and purples of the early evening sky.

As we were on the way to the park Alli started singing again. But the radio wasn't on. I recognized it as her own; one she had shown me the lyrics to before but I had never heard her sing it. It was called 'My Hands' she had described it as a song about being without someone you love and how you cope without them. She started to sing the chorus, her voice getting higher, she started to tap her feet and pat her hands on her thighs to create a beat. I was mesmerized. She was so angelic when she sang, you could tell she smiled when she sang, but there was pain in her voice. I began to realize what the song was about and a year came to my eye. I bit my jaw to keep it I'm, I hated seeing her talk about times she's been in pain. I continue to drive but out of the corner of my eye I see a small delicate tear fall down her face and onto her hands.

Alice's P.O.V

As I sang my song I asked myself why I was so comfortable singing in front of Kit. I never sang in front of anyone except my dad. That's when it hit me: that's when I started to get emotional. My dad died 7 years ago from cancer: I was a definite daddy's girl and losing him made me crack. I was like a little bird that had forgotten how to fly. Its strange how the things that hold you up can bring down again. My dad was my wings. When I was younger he taught me how to sing, he wasn't the best singer in all honesty, but he knew how to hold a note. Before he died he asked me to sing for him, so I sang a song that I wrote for him: Rule The World. That's when he started to decline mentally, he couldn't speak, he couldn't think, I don't even think by the end he knew his own name. But every night I would sit by his bed and sing to him. I could never sing Rule the World since.

I think that's why I can sing in front of Kit. He knows me. He understands what I like, what comforts me, what I feel comfortable with. He reminded me in a way of my dad, his nature was very similar, I think that's why I felt so at peace with him.

I looked to my right quickly and saw that Kit,was only focused on the road: but his eyes were glazed, I could see a tear forming but I didn't want to say anything to him. When I had finished my song we sat in silence.

We arrived at the park and he jumped out and opened my door like he did at the beach. This time he didn't bow. I got out and breathed in the fresh air. The park was my favorite place to come at night, especially when it was peaceful. Kit was awful quiet. I needed to make sure he was okay after that wee spell in the car. I walked over to him.

"Kit?"

He turned to face me. I could tell he was upset. His eyes still looked watery and he was biting the back of his jaw. He just looked at me, as if I knew what to expect.

"Are you okay?"

"I will be. You just caught me by surprise, that's all."

"Surprise?"

"I haven't heard you sing that one before. It's about your dad isn't it?"

I looked at the ground and then into his eyes. I saw pain, I saw longing, I saw someone who wanted to take care of me. I started to ramble.

"Yeah, well done Sherlock. I'm sorry. I shouldn't have started singing that when we were alone. I just I get in these moods where I want to sing and that one was the first to pop into my head because of the message. Cause I feel like you understand me and I can be be myself around you and I...I..."