Eight | W2S

THIRTY ONE.

"Whispers. That's the album title," I declare, in a room full of Blue Horizons officials, Sam to my right.

The quiet chattering amongst one another begins, and I look over to Sam for a reassuring glance, which he gives, making me feel a little more at ease.

"It's always like this, don't worry," he whispers, holding my hand and giving it a little squeeze.

"And there are twelve songs, yes?" One of the officials asks, and I nod my head.

"Have you sorted out an order for the album?" Another asks, and I nod my head once again, trying my best to not feel overwhelmed.

Wondering.

Nothing's New.

Lost Without You.

Dress.

34+35.

Hate to be lame.

All I Ask.

No Goodbyes.

About You.

Afterglow.

One Last Time.

Be the One.

And then there was one more song, but it wasn't on the album. It was sort of like a personal song dedicated just for Harry, and I wanted him to be the first to hear it. Perhaps, the only person other than Sam. But I needed to wait until the right time.

Make You Feel My Love.

"I'm sure you've heard this before, but we love every single one of these songs," Rita says, and I recognise her from visiting the studio previously. "And we're so excited for you to announce your album. Have you thought about which song is going to be your single?"

"Yeah. I want be the one to be the single," I reply, Sam nodding his head in agreement.

We'd had this conversation last night, with me stressing over the fact that I couldn't choose a song I wanted to release first.

Considering pretty much all of my songs were about Harry, I knew that questions about the meanings of the songs were going to come — especially when I would release the entire album.

I still didn't know where I stood with Harry, but it looked a lot more hopeful than it had this time last week, and we were taking it very slowly.

Apart from being around his apartment last week, I'd only seen him at work, where we focused on rebuilding our friendship and trust that had been lost.

We'd messaged outside of work, and even something as small as that had given me the hope that things were going to work out.

"I love that choice! Alright — let me run this up the chain, we'll sort out all of the minor details, organise a shoot for the album cover and then announce it on social media," Rita says, already starting to get up.

"Actually, I already have something lined up, if that's okay. I had one of my friends fine tune it, but I'm happy with it," I tell them, having the picture of it on my phone already loaded up, showing it to the nearest people, allowing them to pass it round.

Rita speaks first. "I like it. Okay, so that actually means we can probably announce it today...are you ready for that?"

Now it was my turn to really feel nervous.

Was I ready? No.

Was I ever going to be ready? Probably not.

"Yeah. I'm ready."