Monster

Dont You Worry "3x11"

"I see you have an attraction to my guitar?" Harry snickered as he entered the room.

I jumped a bit, gripping the guitar tighter.

"Jeez Harry, you nearly gave me a heart attack." I told him.

Harry stepped closer.

"Play me a song?"He asked, looking down at me.

Me? Play a song? No way.

"Bu-"

"Please?" He interrupted. He gave me puppy dog eyes. Aw who could resist those?

"Fine..."I said with a sigh."Do you have any special requests?"

"No, not really. Well... I kind of have one. I want you to sing the song too. But can you pick a song with meaning to you?"

I was puzzled "Well what do you mean by that?"

"Could you play a song that has some sort of meaning? Or just a song that you love?"

I pondered that for a moment. Then I had an idea. I picked up the matching guitar pick and set my fingers to the right notes. As i strummed the guitar strings, i felt Harry's eyes on me. I opened my mouth to let out the lyrics.

He then placed his large hand over my chest. I was puzzled. I continued playing, but I did not sing just yet. I looked at him funny, he just smiled at me and egged me on. I returned the smiled, opening my mouth again.

"There was a time, I used to look into my father's eyes. In a happy home, I was a king I had a golden throne' I started, looking him dead"in the eyes. I made sure I sung the best that I could, even if he couldn't hear. He still deserved it.

I got deeper into the song, occasionally closing my eyes. Then there it was. The whole point this song had meaning to me.

"Upon a hill across the blue lake, that's where I had my first heart break, I still remember how it all changed. My father said"I looked straight at him for this part, and I swear, he knew all my thoughts and all my secrets, "Don't you worry, don't you worry Child, see heavens got a plan for you" I stared at him in awe, my mouth still moving in sync with my hand.

I watched as he used his free hand to comb through his perfect hair. Mm, his hair was baby thin, soft and so touchable. His eyes. I always seemed to get lost in them. I looked at his jaw structure and neck. There was such a overwhelming feeling. I felt as if I would just break down because he was so beautiful. So unrealistic.

It wasn't long before the song had ended. Harry took the guitar from my small hands and placed it on its stand. He turned to me, picking me up like a toddler, my legs dangling, but my body close to his. He then sat where I once was, I, now on his lap.

"That was beautiful Paige" He said in a whisper.

I simply shook my head. How would he know. In all honesty, I didn't like my voice and how it sounded when I sung. I wasn't as good as I thought I was.

"But you can't even hear me" I said quietly, but I made my words visible for him to see.

"I don't need to hear perfection" he replied.

My heart rate went crazy. The inside of my chest lifted, tingles everywhere. I never had a feeling like this, but I liked it. I was so emotional right now, it was crazy. Fangirling.

I wrapped my arms and legs around him, putting him into a full hug. His large hands and long finger nearly wrapped around my whole waist. Jeez, this kid will be the death of me.

This hug was long. After another two minutes or so, I lifted my head from his shoulder and placed my forehead against his. Our noses on one another, lips nearly centimetres away. The it came to me, I moved my head away from his.

"Since we're going on a date, does that mean..."

Harry laughed, his dimples rippling through his cheeks, "yeah, you're my girlfriend."

I smiled. The thought of having him as a boyfriend was great. He seem like the kind of guy every girl wanted, except for the fact that he's,... You know.

Then I had a sudden urge.

"Harry?"

"Yes darling?"

"Can I see your sparrows again?" I asked a bit timidly.

"Uh yeah sure" He answered as he pulled his shirt over his slim body. I lay my eyes on the majestic birds once more. I had no idea why I was so amused by a tattoo. My slender fingers traced the dark inked outlines, eventually making their way to the middle filling. I leaned down a bit, placing small tender kisses. I looked at him, eye to eye.

I really wanted to know what they meant. Where they a symbol for family? Where they just a drunken mistake? I probably would never know.

"Okay Kitten" he said, interrupting my thoughts, "Go get dressed"

I nodded, getting off of him. Kitten? I liked that.

I took a super quick shower and blew dry my hair. Now, I had to look nice. You know, leave an impression. I curled my hair, but straightened the ends so that it would have a wavy bombshell affect. Why would Harry have all these.. Beauty supplies? I occurred to me that maybe they belonged to... I quickly dropped everything, not wanting to catch any diseases. Holy fuck. I guess I'll just go makeup-less. Like the past 7 months.

At least Harry bought me dresses and clothing. And lady products. And panties. It was kinda awkward at first. Especially when I first told him what bra cup size I was. Never passing a large B...

I chose a dress not too classy, not too showy. It was mid-thigh, mesh long sleeved, with a round cut top, not exposing too much of the non- cleavage I had. Makes no sense, I know. It was all black, with the exception of my old red high top chucks.

I was ready. I didn't look so bad. I actually looked damn good. I heard a knock on the door.

"Come in"I said, still looking in the mirror.

"You look stunning" Harry said, observing me up and down. I smiled and thanked him.

"You look fit as well" His tight jeans exposed a lot, as well as his low cut shirt who's sleeves ended midway.

"You might have to wait a bit Kitten"He said, taking my hand. He kissed it gently. He then walk off again.

It was time soon. This was what I've been waiting for all day.