Harry and Flynn and me were sat in music, waiting for the lesson to start. We had it all day, which I didn't complain about. Harry was all grouchy from how I woke him up this morning and Flynn was just not in the mood.
I told Flynn how I woke Harry up. "You did what?!" Flynn shouted.
"Shh!" I hissed as the rest of the students came piling in, followed by our teacher, Miss Jones.
"I assume you know what you are all doing today?" Nobody nodded. "Of course. Would anyone like to tell the others what we are doing?"
I raised my hand.
"Go ahead, Astrid."
Everybody's heads turned toward me. "We're working individually by singing a cover of a song of our choice. Nobody can work with each other, unless somebody needs an extra person to play an instrument."
"Thank you, Astrid. At least somebody listens." She clapped her hands, "Get on with it! No time to lose."
I dragged Harry and Flynn into the practice room at the very far end. I pushed them in, locking the door.
"We really shouldn't be in here."
I groaned. "Stop worrying Flynn. Go in the sound proof and practice playing the drums." He did what I said.
"Harry, come here." I gestured, smirking. He stomped over. "Are you still moody?" He didn't reply. I grabbed a fistful of his shirt, pulling him to me and kissing him. Harry immediately responded, walking forward until my back hit a wall.
His hands gripped my hips, locking me in my place. My hands found his soft, shaggy hair, tugging at the ends. I pulled away, realising where this might end.
Harry bent his head lower, locking his lips onto my neck. My hands wrapped around the back of his own neck.
I gasped as he suddenly began sucking my neck, placing gentle kisses afterwards.
"Harry," I moaned, "we're at school."
Harry grunted, returning to the kisses. "Who gives a shit about school when they've got their beautiful girlfriend in front of them."
"Me." I mumbled, feeling weak as he moved his lips down to my shoulder. "I give a shit."
"I was joking, babe." My heart fluttered as he called me that.
"I thought I was the baby . . . "
"Fine," he whispered, "baby."
I shoved him away playfully, walking over to the sound proof room and opening the door. "Hey Flynn?"
He looked up. "Yeah?"
"You wouldn't know how to play piano would you?"
"Of course I do."
I smiled. "Follow me." I made him sit at the piano, whispering my song choice into his ear. He nodded eagerly as I walked over to a microphone.
Harry sat down, fiddling with a guitar as me and Flynn started to practice.
Within a couple of hours, me and Flynn were ready to perform. Harry doesn't know what song I'm singing as we went into the sound proof room and locked him out.
As Flynn went to get Miss Jones, Harry came over.
"What song you singing?"
I laughed. "You gotta wait and see."
"Fine . . . " He sighed. "I'm bored."
I was about to reply when Miss Jones and Flynn walked into the room, followed by the other students.
Harry kissed my cheek, walking over to his stool and sitting down. Flynn sat at the piano.
Ready? I asked him.
3. 2. 1. Go!
He started to play very familiar notes. Harry's head perked up as he recognised the song.
I started to sing.
Say something, I'm giving up on you
I'll be the one, if you want me to
Anywhere, I would've followed you
Say something, I'm giving up on you
And I am feeling so small
It was over my head
I know nothing at all
And I will stumble and fall
I'm still learning to love
Just starting to crawl
Say something, I'm giving up on you
I'm sorry that I couldn't get to you
Anywhere, I would've followed you
Say something, I'm giving up on you
And I will swallow my pride
You're the one that I love
And I'm saying goodbye
Say something, I'm giving up on you
And I'm sorry that I couldn't get to you
And anywhere, I would have followed you
Oh-oh-oh-oh say something, I'm giving up on you
Say something, I'm giving up on you
Say something
As I pulled away from my mic, I saw everyone had a few tears leaking down their cheeks. Everyone quickly wiped them away, except from Harry and Miss Jones.
"That was beautiful Astrid!" Miss said as she hurried everyone out of the room.
"It really wasn't," I mumbled as I walked over to Harry who was still stunned by my singing, his jaw hanging open.
I held his face in my hands, wiping his tears away. "Don't cry!" I laughed sadly, sniffing. "You'll make me cry."
"But Astrid!" I pulled him up. "That was amazing." He hugged me then hugging Flynn, patting his back.
I grabbed Harry's hand, fingers intertwining. "Why were you crying?"
His face dropped, body going limp. "It doesn't matter right now."
Flynn shifted on his feet. "Want me to tell her?"
"No!" Harry growled slightly. "I'll tell her, at mine. Astrid, please stay round tonight."
I shrugged, a little surprise at Harry's behaviour. "Shouldn't be a problem."
"Good. And Flynn?" He gulped. "Do not speak a word about what you know to Astrid." Flynn nodded quickly, running out of the room.
As Harry spun around to me, I noticed his expression was normal again, happy. "Come on." He squeezed my hand, comforting me. "Let's get some food."
I gladly let him pull me to the cafeteria, not daring to piss him off.
Whatever he needs to tell me, must be important . . .
