My Kind Of Guy

Chapter Four

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HEY GUYS!! I'M BACK!! 

So I'm really busy with college, so writing isn't really high on my list of priorities, but I'm still working when I can to give you updates. But anyway, after a long wait, here is Chapter Four! I love y'all xxx

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Harmony's PoV

We get into the car, and I keep my smile plastered on my face until we are far away from the gates. My cheeks ache and as soon as I stop faking, my face feels instantly relaxed - the complete opposite to the rest of me.

I feel like I'm going to have to live up to some expectations to everyone from the band. I feel like they'll expect me to be perfect and to be this great person who would deserve the lead singer of a once majorly popular band.

Who am I kidding though? They know all of this is just an act. They know Ricky would never get with a girl like me.

Ricky parks up outside an average sized house on a picturesque street. Thankfully there aren't any people with cameras here. We get out and walk up to the door, me a few paces behind Ricky. He opens the door without even knocking, and as we walk into the small hallway, Whitey is there greeting us.

'You're Harmony then?' He says, pointing out the obvious. He looks me up and down taking every inch of me in.

He didn't say anything else to me, but I swear he just said 'wow' under his breath. I'm probably just imagining it though. Since my head is always in the clouds, I probably am. I like to make up fictional worlds in my head where everything is perfect and okay, and things just happen and they turn out to be great, so maybe I'm just starting to drift into that world again.

We sit down in the lounge, and the rest of the band are here.

'Guys, this is Harmony.' Ricky says almost reluctantly.

We all sit in awkward silence for what feels like hours but is probably just a few seconds.

'Want to help me grab some drinks, Harmony?' Simon asks. I know what he's doing; he's trying to get to talk to me away from Ricky.

'Sure,' I say, getting up and walking out into the hallway with him and then through to the narrow kitchen.

He opens the fridge and brings out some cans of coke, putting them out on the wooden worktop.

'How's it going with you two?' Simon asks quietly, but going by the amount of noise through in the lounge, no one would hear us if we shouted at the top of our lungs.

I laugh and look him straight in the eye. 'You really have to ask?' I feel guilty for saying it like that. It's not his fault that I'm stuck like this. 'Sorry,' I say even quieter. I'm not sure that he even hears me over the noise from everyone else. 'It's just it all feels likt it's too much for me. Things were getting okay for me - I had found someone who it would maybe work with, and I was close to maybe finding a job. But now I'm stuck. It's impossible for me to get a job, and I have to pretend I love a man who I don't.'

'Rick's a good person, Harmony. He's a good man. Things will work out - trust me, they always do. Just think of it as every day you spend with him is a day less that you will have to.'

I shrug. Simon seems so much more kind over this that Ricky.

'Look, I'm always here for you through this. Don't forget that. Your basically family to us all now anyway.'

I smile and thank him. At least he's trying to be decent over all of this. He's making an effort to be nice, unlike Ricky.

We walk back through to the lounge, carrying the drinks and pass them out. Everyone in the room looks at me awkwardly as if I'm walking in on something I shouldn't.

'Maybe we should just have a drink and carry on with this another day.' Ricky says as soon as I walk in. I know I'm interrupting everything. He makes sure I know that.

'Mate, we can talk around Harmony. It's hardly like she's different to any of your other girlfriends.' Simon says. I'm unsure if he's taking a stab at me or not. I don't know anything about any of his other girlfriends. I don't know what they were like. In my head, I feel like everyone in the room is staring at me, expecting me to say something. No matter how nice they try to be to me, I feel like I don't belong here.

'Look,' I say after what feels like hours of silence and being stared at. 'I honestly don't care what you're talking about, because it's hardly as if I'm going to go and tell anyone, is it?' I walk and sit down on the settee next to Ricky, and I can tell he feels uncomfortable, but there's nowhere else for me to sit. I pull my phone out of my pocket and see I've got a long line of text notifications from Amy. I decide to text her back instead of feeling awkward sat here doing nothing.

Her texts mainly consist of 'omg' and 'wtf'. Typical fangirl behaviour.

'When you have to sit in on band meetings and you're bored af -_-' I text to her. Suddenly, I realise how much I miss seeing her every day.

She was always the one who was there for me, and we spent so much of our time together. We met in secondary school and we were inseparable. She was the loud one, I was the quiet one. She was the one who got all of the boyfriends, I was the one who was more interested in books. She was the thin one, I was the fat one. Well, fat compared to her. We were the opposites, but we were the friends who everyone wanted to be. But that was then, while I was still at home and living a few streets away from her. Now I'm hours away, not knowing when I can next even call her. She isn't meant to know that I'm that new woman Ricky has.

'OMG WHAT ARE THEY TALKING ABOUT TELL ME NOW OMGGG!!' Came her reply after a while. I was about to text her and tell her that they were talking over new song ideas, and going through lyrics. That Whitey was sat with a guitar on his lap, strumming random chords and picking random bars. That Vijay was tapping his hands on his lap, working through beats to go with the music. That Simon and Peanut are trying to sing along with Ricky. But I can't. I can't tell her anything. They don't want me here. I'm not meant to be hearing any of this.

I lock my phone and stick it in my pocket, forgetting about the text. Amy doesn't have to know I've seen it. I could use the excuse later that there's really bad signal here. Something like that.

'Hey, Harmony,' Simon says, and I look up. He's smiling - a kind smile that isn't forced. The kind of smile that makes me feel welcome. 'What do you think?'

I nod. I hadn't really been listening. I knew Ricky didn't want me to listen. 'It's great.' I say, trying to sound as honest as I can. I add a soft smile, being polite back to Simon.

'We should get going.' Ricky says, standing up. I take this as my queue to stand up with him and follow him into the hallway.

'Nice to meet you all.' I say, as the band start shouting their goodbyes. We both get into the car. I feel like Ricky is annoyed with me. He hasn't said a thing. When we stop at traffic lights, Ricky turns to face me.

'Thanks.' He says, and actually smiles.

I'm so surprised I'm not sure what to say. 'For what?' I finally come out with.

'For making an effort. They really like you.'

I shrug. What else can I do?

'Hey,' Ricky says. I'm surprised he hasn't reached his mental limit on talking to me. 'Do you want to go back to yours to pick up some more things? I don't mind sleeping on the sofa.'

I nod. 'Sure.' I say, and I actually smile at him.