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Chapter 2

The next couple of days went by like usual, and I was glad it was finally Friday. I got up early so I had time to drive through Starbucks and get something to wake myself up.

I didn't have anything to do this morning, I just wanted to write a bit more and it normally took me a while to even get my in to it. I drove back home. Chase isn't home, because of morning practice again. I asked him about seeing him when he should have been at practice and his excuse was his coach let them go to sign up for classes. I couldn't tell if he was lying or not so I just let it go.

After a few hours of getting absolutely nothing done but crumpling up paper, it was time to go to work. I really wasn't in the mood to go today, just for the fact I was mad at myself for have writers block. I just didn't have an inspiration anymore.

When I got to the café, Homestead Café, I rushed in because I was a few minutes late. I knew Martin wouldn't mind, he was the sweetest guy around. He wasn't even looking for someone to play for him, I just asked and he was too kind to turn me down, saying his costumers would love the entertainment.

I was too busy looking down at my sheet music for a few things id been working on a couple days ago, I didn't notice Harry, the man I talked to the other day, sitting in the table in the back. Actually, I never noticed him.

"I knew you looked familiar." I heard the raspy voice and looked back, smiling softly. He was sat down with a brown leather journal and a pen laying on top. It was apparent he was just on his phone as it laid on the table with the screen bright.

"Oh, hi! Have you been here before?" I asked. It wasn't a huge place, I was kind of surprised I didn't notice him.

"Everyday for the past month." He laughed. "I don't always sit in the same spot though, maybe that's why." He shrugged and for some reason I felt guilty I didn't notice.

"Really? What do you come here for, wait, let me guess.. The soup." I laughed and smiled down at him, resting one of my hands on the table.

"No, just the coffee." He gave me a half smile. "I should have known it was you yesterday, I guess I was always just too caught up in what you were playing other than what you look like. You're very good" He looked me up and down and placed the bottom of his own between his lips.

I couldn't help but blush a bit at that, "Well, speaking of, I really should get started. I'm late." I let out a small laugh and sent him a sweet smile before I headed off. I didn't know much about Harry, but he seemed like a nice guy. He seemed to keep to himself, I guess.

I made my way to the front and got set up before I played a few random chords to get myself ready and started. I only ever sing loud enough to send out music just slightly through out the room. I knew people didn't come to hear music, they came to enjoy their meal and I wasn't about to hear complaints.

I looked up as I sang, actually making eye contact with Harry a few times today, now that knew he was here and who he was. Every time we locked eyes he would have a straight face, honestly no emotion behind his eyes. If he wasn't looking at me he was writing again, which made my questions grow wider. What could he possibly be doing in that thing?

Around four-thirty, I heard the bell ring that was attached to the door and saw the back of his shirt, seeing he was leaving. I wasn't sure why I was worried about him so much, he was just interesting.

I saw Harry everyday now at the café, but I didn't talk to him for three when we actually started class. I was one of the first ones to show up to class and the room slowly filled after me. For a while I thought I was going to be stuck sitting by myself on the large room, but soon Harry sat down next to me with a small smile.

"Hey, how've you been?" I asked, trying to start a friendly conversation. I had only one friend other than Chase, and we weren't even that close. Her name was Rachel and we met over the summer because her boyfriend is friends with Chase.

"I'm alright, you?" He answered me. We continued with the small talk, not really saying much before the class started. As much as I love music, this class was pretty boring. The first unit was learning all about composers and shit, and I wasn't having it.

After class Harry started to gather his things together. I wanted to say something, I just wasn't sure what. We seemed to have a lot in common, but he didn't seem overly friendly towards me. Maybe that was just his personality.

"Uh, Harry? I was wondering if maybe you uh... Wanted to get together sometime and write. Like, songs. I just, I saw you writing in your... notebook the other day and I don't know, I just," I continued to ramble on only to be cut off by him.

"Look, Adessa. Don't take it personally, I just.. I don't think you know me as well as you think you do. Plus, I don't write music." His words instantly burned me and I took a step back. I had a feeling he was lying about his last few words by the way he almost spoke again, as if to take it back.

"Oh, um, okay." I scratched the back of my neck. I honest wasn't expecting that answer, at all.

"See you around." He mumbled and walked off without another word. I had no idea what just happened.

That night I sat on the couch doing a bit of homework. I looked up at Chase who was watching the tv and spoke up, "Chase, do you know Harry Styles?" I asked nonchalantly. Chase looked up and furrowed his eyebrows.

"I mean, yeah. A lot of people do. Why do you ask?" His voice seemed almost unsure, and o didn't like it.

"I just say next to him in class today, he looked familiar." I shrugged. "I wondered if I met him through you before or not." The rolled so easily off my tongue, and I felt terrible for that.

"No, I can say for a fact you haven't. Actually, I think I'd be best if you stay away from him." Chase said with a bit of an edge to his voice.

"Whys that?" I felt almost defensive of Harry. I'm not sure why, he actually kind of hurt me today, but I just feel like he is a good guy.

"Just listen to me okay, Adessa?" He said coldly and I sat up. Why was he acting like this? He never got so sensitive or worked up on a topic like this.

"But why? What do you know about him that I don't?" I was never one to just drop it. I was rather nosey, but he's my boyfriend, I deserve to be able to question him like that.

"Knock it off, Adessa! I said to listen to me, now drop it!" His voice echoed through the room and it made me jump.

I don't know what went on between him and Harry, or what he knows about Harry, but I knew there was something.

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