Eight | W2S

TWENTY THREE.

This chapter is a one off purely because it's written differently. I wanted to capture Kenzie's thought process of writing the song hate to be lame (originally by Lizzy McAlpine), so yeah it's different than usual, but I hope you guys like it all the same :)

It's always on the tip of my tongue

I read an article on the internet

Told me that that's how you know you're falling in love

Don't really trust what's on the internet

But maybe just this once

PRESENT DAY

"You did what?" Sam asked, feet propped up on the desk, throwing popcorn into his mouth.

"Don't make me repeat myself, I feel like an idiot already," I groan, covering my face with my hands.

He shakes his head. "No, no! Repeat yourself. You did what?" He asks again, and I already know he's not going to drop it.

"I read an article on the internet that's supposed to help you know when you're falling in love," I say, although it's more of a whisper.

He gasps. "Mackenzie Croft," he says seriously, full naming me. "Are you in love with Harry?" He asks, and the question looms over my head. 

"The article said that if you're on the verge of saying it often, that can be a sign," I say slowly, because those very important words had been on the tip of my tongue in recent weeks. Ever since he'd confessed himself to me. "But, who says the internet is to be trusted?" I challenge, reluctant to fully trust the article.

He shrugs his shoulders. "What else did the article say?" He asks, seeming genuinely interested.

"Just random shit. I can't remember," I lie, because I definitely do remember. I remember it very well, in fact, because I related to nearly every single 'sign' and it was terrifying.

"So, you came to the studio...are we writing a song about this?" He asks, sitting up properly now. 

I give him a look. "Time to capitalise on my own internal suffering yet again," I joke lightly, Faith's words from weeks ago coming to mind. 

"I'll just wait until you send me the link to the song you write when you inevitably start falling in love with him."

"Blue Horizons are gonna eat this shit up," he jokes, matching my own vibe which I appreciate. Despite most of my writing either being incredibly depressing or downright steamy, Sam is able to make the process as comfortable as possible. 

In the time spent together, we'd become insanely close friends, and I would trust him with my life. It was another friendship I treasured greatly. 

Hate to admit but it might be true

Hate to admit but I think you knew

Hate to be lame but I might love you

ONE WEEK AGO

"Thanks," he kisses my cheek, his hand dropping from my waist as he grabs his things. 

"No problem. Thank you for coming over, I - I appreciate it," I stutter, the words catching in my throat. 

Appreciate it was not what my heart wanted me to say. 

"Anytime," he smiles, but there's a look of sadness in his eyes. Eyes that see right through me, and I know he sees right through me. His look is knowing. "I'll see you tomorrow, yeah?" He asks, and the sadness is gone, just like that.