US - Harry Styles

Chapter 6

Tilda.

"Alright everybody welcome back to the show!!" I hear jimmy fallon beam as i stand behind the curtain. I cannot believe i am here, I was exposed to this life somewhat while i was in a relationship with Harry but i never thought i would be the one being interviewed. 

I ended up writing that song, Mila couldn't stop frothing over it and told me to send it into a record label. I did it because i honestly thought they would never even look at the email and i just wanted Mila to stop bugging me. But they did listen to it, and then not even a month later the song was released. now here i am, at the jimmy fallon show for an interview and to perform.

"Now for her first ever talk show debut.. Matilda!" he yelled with excitement, then the music started playing and a young girl placed her hand on my back and ushered me to walk out. As soon as i stepped through the dark blue curtain the light's hit me. I couldn't even see the crowd they were so bright. I walked straight over to Jimmy, gave him a hug and then went and sat down on the seat. 

"This is so exciting! Are you excited?" He asked as i finally got comfortable on the seat. 

"so excited, but so nervous i might throw up" i smiled, why did i say that? zip it Tilda. But jimmy just laughed and so did the crowd, they must think i am joking. 

"well Matilda, we are so glad you are here" he smiled at me. 

"I am so happy to be here, thank you so much" 

As the interview went on, he asked me about my childhood, about my degree and just random funny questions that made me feel so comfortable i kind of forgot i was on television for a second. But then i noticed he shifted in his seat and i got this sense that the question's were going to start getting a bit more serious. 

"Alright, so now your new song" he spoke softly, i nodded to tell him to carry on. "what inspired you to write it?" i uncrossed my leg's and then crossed them the other way, i started turning the ring's on my finger's.

"well Jimmy, i think the lyric's are quite self explanatory" i smirked at him which caused him to laugh as well as the crowd. 

"well yes, but tell us more" he continued on. 

"I wrote it about a past relationship, we had split for quite awhile and then he came back kind of stirred the pot and then just left again" he nodded and stared directly at me, i could tell he was really listening but wasn't exactly satisfied with my awnser and wanted me to keep talking. "I wasn't so much upset as i was angry. And he had alway's told me that expressing your feeling's in other way's can be quite helpful. so i wrote a song" i awkwardly laughed and shrugged my shoulder's. I didn't want to say exactly what harry had said. that expressing your feelings in song's are better. Because then people would catch on that the song is about a song writer and then people would be able to piece it back to Harry. 

"Ah i see-" Jimmy was about to continue but i quickly cut him off "but i also want to say, even though i was angry at him because of the situation. Our relationship was a great relationship and i have no hatred toward's him at all. He is a great guy" I was content with my awnser, i didn't bash harry and i'm pretty sure i didn't give any clues away on who the song could be about. Jimmy nodded his head in understandment. 

"And this song wouldn't have anything to do with Mr harry style's, we do know that you guy's dated for awhile and that he even has a song on his album called Matilda" Anger grew inside me, he had asked such a personal question, but then i felt as though i couldn't really be mad because this was his job. i quickly laughed and threw my head back to give the impression that what he had said was the most absurd thing ever. 

"The info on who this song about is irrelevant" i said to jimmy and shrugged my shoulder's again like i had no clue what he was talking about and then gave a cheeky wink to him. I didn't want to lie and say it wasn't but i didn't want to sit in that chair and say it was about harry when he might even see this video at some point.

"Well guy's, Matilda's new song "Oscar Winning Tear's" is out now on all platform's. And here she is to sing Live for the first time"

I stood on the stage area with the mic in front of me and began to sing. 

Ladies and gentlemen, I'm gonna tell you 'bout
One of the many men, name is irrelevant, height is irrelevant
He was a one out of a ten, I wish that I knew it then
I'm still recoveringTruly, I'm vulnerable, I love a sentiment
Quickly I opened up, I learned my lesson then
Thought I was safe again, thought he was innocent
I was so wrongI can't deny
I was stuck in the daze, terrible phase
You was convincing, though
Very believable, the role that you playedSo I'll take this front row seat
And, baby, baby, you can go ahead
Cry those Oscar-winning tears
Popcorn and I scream
Baby, baby, you can go ahead
Cry those Oscar-winning tears, baby, hmm

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"Oh my god you were amazing Till's" Mila screamed with excitement as i walked into our apartment. I smiled at her and how she was so excited for me. "Wow you are going to be so rich soon, you will be able to buy your dream house and then you will leave me" she got a tad sad for a second but then shook out of it "but it's okay because this is so incredible for you, i cannot express how happy i am for you right now" she ran up toward's me and gave me a big hug. I loved Mila's hugs. they were kind of like mum hug's. 

"thank you mi's" i said, then i walked toward's the dining table and placed all my stuff down then turned back to her "But don't worry, if i move out, you're coming with me this time" i winked at her which caused her to squeal with excitement. 

"anything from Harry yet?" she asked while following me down the hall way and into my room. i sat down on my bed and she rested herself on my door frame. 

"Nope, he is probably to wrapped up in his own world to of even realised i put out a song" i huffed out a sigh and fell flat on my back onto my bed. 

"maybe" Mila shrugged. "Or maybe he is so wishing he never left you" she teased. i rolled my eye's and she leant over to give my knee a little squeeze. 

We said our goodnights and i had a shower and got into bed. i plugged in my phone and rolled over. i was so insanely tired. then my phone started ringing. 

"ugh mum, i'm not sending any money" i said into the phone without checking the caller ID. 

"she still asking for money?" a male British voice said through the phone. why is he calling, why now? 

"harry?" i whispered and i started shaking with nerves. 

"i stirred the pot?" he questioned harshly, he was clearly upset. Which upset me because i really tried my best not to hurt anyone. 

"w-what?" was all i managed to squeeze out.

"Tilda, the lyrics in your song" he scoffed then carried on "you made me sound like some master manipulator who only care's about himself" he didn't sound so angry anymore, now he just sounded upset. I had realised that the song was harsh, but i was feeling so many thing's at the time i was writing it that i didn't even care how i made anybody else feel, i just wanted to feel okay again. 

"I was just angry when i wrote it. You of all people should understand the process of writing a song" i rolled my eyes with annoyance. 

"yeah, but i write the truth, i was never horrible to you i didn't deserve that" he said. he said very calmly in fact, he didn't want to upset me, i could almost feel like he didn't want to start an argument because he didn't want the call to end.  

"Just like how i didn't deserve to have my family problem's be exposed in a song with my literal name as the title" now it was my turn to scoff, if he wanted to turn thing's real nasty then that was fine with me, i still had some anger i could dig out. 

"you're right. I'm sorry" he said, but i could feel he only said that because he want's me to apologise to, it was something he alway's used to do. To be fair though, he didn't write any mean song's about me. 

"i'm not sorry. this song helped me move on" 

I hung up the phone, then blocked him before he had the chance to call back.