[January 1st, 2017]
"Harry, you're pacing." I assert while curling my eyelashes.
"No I am not!" Harry responds hectically running around gathering his things.
"Tell me what's going on?" I asset, now applying my mascara.
"Don't tell me what to do," he mutters, making me laugh.
"Yes sir," I say with exaggerated seriousness, still chuckling.
He rolls his eyes, knowing he sounds immature. "Nothing's wrong. It's stupid. I'm over it."
"Fine," I reply, wiping away the mascare on my eyelid.
"Fine?" he repeats, glancing back at me.
"Yeah, just..." I pause, unsure how to say it.
"What?" he pushes.
"Don't shut me out," I say more quietly.
He turns around fast, hurrying into my room. He hugs me from behind, making me laugh.
"I'm not shutting you out" he mumbles.
"Then what?" I ask as our eyes lock in my mirror.
He lays his head on my shoulder. "I just don't want to bother you with the little things,"
"Harry, I want you to bother me with everything." I assert more firmly.
He takes a deep breath. "I hate doing these kinds of shoots!" Harry exclaims with a tired sigh, flopping down on my bed.
"Photo shoots?" I ask, focusing on applying my makeup.
"Yeah, they stress me out. I don't like being in front of the camera like that," he explains, rubbing his eyes wearily.
"I'm sure it'll be fun, especially since it's for the album cover," I offer, trying to inject some positivity.
"I know, but I also know they won't listen to me or pick the picture I like," he sighs with frustration.
I take a deep breath. "Yeah, that really sucks. I can come with you, if you want?"
"No, it's fine. You have work too," he replies, shaking his head.
"Harry, sit up. I'll do your hair," I insist, walking over to him and settling behind him as he sits up.
"I'll come if you want me to. It's not a problem. I just want you to be comfortable," I add, gently parting his hair into sections to start braiding.
He nods silently, allowing me to work on his hair. As I begin braiding the first section, I can't help but ask, "Harry, what's going on? You've been to hundreds of photo shoots. What's so different about this one?"
"Yeah," he murmurs. "It's just... this album feels different. It's like every song is a piece of me, and now they want to capture that in one picture. It's like... I'm putting myself out there in a way I haven't before."
I continue braiding his hair, my fingers moving gently through the strands as I try to process what he's shared. "Harry, I get that. You're also doing this alone for the first time, without the boys I mean, that must add to that feeling," I say softly, resuming the braid with a comforting touch. "You've poured your heart into this music. I say fight for whatever you want, whatever that'll reflect that passion."
"You know what, you're right" he murmurs, a small smile tugging at his lips. "As always"
"You're welcome," I reply sincerely. "And hey, if it helps to have someone there who understands, I'm happy to come with you. Just say the word."
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H.S | Same song, second verse | Second book
Fanfiction[This is a sequel to "When the Flash Fades"] Harry and Noa were once inseparable, bound by their shared passion for music and an undeniable connection. Three years have passed, and their lives have taken different paths. But fate-or whatever higher...
