Eight | W2S

SIXTEEN.

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"We're at a recording studio?" He asked, following my lead as the doors loomed closer.

My heart was already racing in my chest, because this was a big thing to do. I hadn't told anyone I was doing it — probably because I wasn't sure if I was going to go through with it.

"Yeah. I wanted to play you something I've been working on," I tell him, leading him into the place I'd been spending all my free time.

"This is what you've been doing recently?" Harry asks, holding open the door for us both.

"Uh, yeah," I mumble, trying not to give out too much information.

"Ken, that's great!" He compliments, despite the songs I'd written so far being about my complicated feelings towards him. They weren't the songs I was showing him today, though.

We walk down the corridor, where Sam pokes his head out of his office.

Sam knew everything — apart from Faith, he was the only person who knew everything, about Harry and about my mum.

"Sam! This is Harry, Harry, this is Sam, the producer who's been helping me," I explain, not missing the way Sam's eyebrows flick up in surprise at the mention of Harry's name. 

"Nice to meet you, mate," Harry greets the other man, and they briefly shake hands. 

"Sam, I was planning on showing Harry the song we've just finished, is that okay?" I ask.

"Just the one?" He asks, immediately blowing my cover.

"You've made more than one? Do I get to hear all of them? How many have you made?" Harry asks, the questions instantly flowing in. 

"Yes, I've made more than one. No you are absolutely not hearing them, and I've done three complete songs," I answer honestly to his quizzing, not missing the disappointed expression that was so clear on his face. 

"What?! Why not?" He pouts, looking let down. 

Because they're about you, I think. 

"In a minute you won't hear any of them," I say lightly, walking into Sam's office. 

"Fine, fine, I'll take the one," he compromises, leaning against a chair as Sam fires up his computer. "What's it called?" He asks, evidently eager to hear it. 

I bite my lip, a bit hesitant to talk about it. "It's called Lost Without You. I started writing it after we - after we looked after Olive, and had that talk," I say, the memories from that day flooding back, despite it only being a week ago. 

His gaze softens, and he seems to understand. "About your mum?" He asks slowly, and I nod my head. We're on the same page now.

"Ready?" Sam asks, and nobody talks, both men waiting for my approval. After a few seconds of hesitation, I decide there's no turning back now, so I nod my head, and the track starts. 

Sam's done a wonder with this song, and my voice fills the speakers in the room with the soft piano accompaniment. 

Standing on the platform, watching you go

It's like no other pain, I've ever known

To love someone so much, to have no control

You said I wanna see the world,

And I said go