When Beatle Met Lennon // h.s

Chapter Five - It's In Your Eyes

Five - It's In Your Eyes

“Harry, maybe . . . just tell her . . . feel, mate. You . . . she might feel the same way. . .”

“ . . . Seen the way . . . at her.”

“I can’t. I’ve . . . only for a day!”

I hear fragments of a conversation, taking in the fact that I’m in a strange bed, definitely not my own, and there are people above me talking about something unimportant to me. I zone them out and try to drift off again, feeling completely shattered. I drift in and out of dreams but finally settle enough to fall asleep fully.

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Harry’s POV

When we reach the apartment where the lads and I are staying, Liam and I hop out of the car and walk towards the front of the house the lads and I shared. When we enter I turn to check up on Kitten but notice she’s not beside me. I glance back at the car, parked out front, and notice a slumped shape still in the passenger seat. I breathe out a cross between a sigh and a small laugh, and walk back towards the car.

I open the door and reach in, picking her up bridal style, and carry her back to the front entrance, where Liam’s waiting with the door open and a small knowing smile on his face. I ignore him and look down at the girl in my arms. It just feels right; the way her small 5’6 frame sits in my arms. She weighs next to nothing, but what she weighed mattered not to me, it was her mesmerizing personality and carefree attitude that first captured my attention. I know I’m considered the flirt in the band, exuding confidence and over flowing with self-esteem, but when I first met her I lost the ability of speech, stumbling over my words and making an absolute fool of myself.

When Lina asked her if she knew who I was and she replied no, I was shocked. At first I was going to let Lina tell her who I was, but once I thought about it I realized that I wanted someone to just treat me like a normal boy, or as normal as one could be treated dressed as I had been at the time, and not some world famous singer in a boy band. So I stopped Lina from saying anything, refusing to tell the strange girl who made me laugh my name. And when she realized that I wasn’t going to tell her my name she made one up and I for her.

When she had turned to walk away, I had panicked, wanting her to stay, needing to spend more time with ‘Lennon’. So out of the blue I asked her to spend the day with me and surprisingly enough she agreed, getting dressed up in a mad hatter costume and we spent the day creating chaos around London. In a coffee shop I found out she liked singing as well, and she was handy with a guitar. She told me she didn’t think she was any good at either but she enjoyed them.

When she serenaded me on the street I was gobsmacked. She had the most amazing voice I had ever heard. It was sexy and husky but also smooth and it flowed perfectly with song. I noticed her stiffen when Liam mentioned ‘When She Loved Me’ but agreed to play it anyway, shocking me once again with her voice. It changed with the song; it was no longer husky, but instead soft and silky. It had wrapped itself around the crowd, pulsating with a desperate kind of hope, and sadness.

I felt the need to comfort her, to wrap her up in my arms before the song ended and tell her everything would turn out all right. That I’d never let anything hurt her. These feelings had confused me as I was not one to have feelings for just any girl. I didn’t stay with just one girl. I loved them and left them. One night stands defined my life. So what I was feeling towards a girl I barely knew, hell I didn’t even know her name, well, they freaked me out a bit. I was going to talk to her about it, find out if she felt the same, but after the last note she dropped the guitar and bolted, tears visibly streaming down her face.