Harrison's POV.
Driving to Bridget's apartment,i was in a state of uncertainty.So many questions were running through my mind;Would she forgive me after explaining to her,would she ask me to leave and never come back?,all these questions kept hunting me..Sure,i wanted to keep my distance by all means but that almost labelled me a drunkard.i couldn't go a day without thinking of her beautiful face,her smile that could light up the darkest parts of my heart,her beautiful body i craved to touch,feel..i was going crazy just thinking about her.
If she rejected me,what would become of me..i dreaded the answer to that question..In about thirty minutes,i was standing in front of her door feeling nervous as hell.I felt like turning back and going in the opposite direction but at the same time i wanted to see her and clear up the bad blood i started in the first place.
"Its now or never." I said to myself.
Taking a deep breath,i knocked on the door but there was no answer..I knocked two more times but no one opened the door..I tried opening it myself to see if it was locked and fortunately,it wasn't.
Walking in,i was greeted with the sound of music.Strange i didn't hear the guitar while i stood outside,that goes to show how engrossed i was in my own thoughts.I walked slowly to where the music was coming from and it led me to her bed room.
The door was slightly ajar giving me enough room to see Bridget's back bent slightly as she played with her guitar,singing melodiously..How can one person be embedded with so much talent,I thought to myself..Standing by the entrance of her bedroom door,i listened quietly as she sang,not wanting to interrupt.
I would not be here tonight
If i had to choose
Its always the bigger things in life
That seem to choose you
You can say what you want
Believe what you will believe, yeah
But i'll take what i want and see what i need to see.
When i'm buried in the questions
I cant find the answers
I close my eyes and listen
'Till i remember
Everything was beautiful
Nothing seem to matter
Everyday was just another day to dream
You can say what you want and be who you want to be,yeah
And you never looked back to the things that you had or the ones that you never need
Buried in the...
I couldn't help but detect a hint of saddness in every word she sang..with every stroke she made on the guitar came a flow of painful and sad memories..I could easily tell.
"You sing so beautifully." Still standing by the door with the wall supporting my left shoulder and my hands deep in my pockets,i commended her.
With her hand on her chest,she turned around facing me looking like i was some sort of ghost
"Oh God,Harris you scared the shit out of me! How did you get in here..for God's sakes do not creep up on me like that"
"Relax..I'm sorry,i didn't mean to give you a scare..I knocked on the door severally but there was no answer.I came in because the front door was unlocked..You didn't tell me you had the voice of an angel" I stepped into her bedroom which was decorated with beautiful colours and sat on her princess like bed.It wasn't a huge bed,but big enough for one person..but i could definitely squeeze in if she would let me..The things we could do together on this small bed..Oh God!..
"How long have you been standing there?" I could tell she wasn't pleased at all.
"Long enough to know you sing with fervour and so much passion..You have a gift..why are you not making the best of it" I asked curious as to why such talent should be hidden.
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FALLING FOR MR CEO
RomanceBridget Summers is 21 years old. She is hard working and very passionate about her music. She holds music classes where she teaches young kids how to play different kinds of instruments and she is well loved by her students. An unfortunate encounter...
