Keep A Heart (Sequel to Fix A Heart)

Chapter 3

Keep A Heart

Chapter 3

"I do my thing, and you do your thing. I am not in this world to live up to your expectations, and you are not in this world to live up to mine. You are you, and I am I, and if by chance we find each other, it's beautiful." -Frederick E. Perl

Sadie's POV:

I let my gaze waver away from the television, the movie we had placed in there loosing all of our interest soon after it started. Blair's head lays in my lap, my fingers running through her long hair as we all sit on the large couch, sometimes even putting little braids in it. Even though I'm older than Blair only by a few months, I'm oddly protective over her.

Her legs are sprawled over Harrys lap, Liam sitting behind me, my back leant against him. I hear Blair giggle, looking over to see Harry tickling at her feet, before resting his weirdly large hands upon her legs. They begin to quietly speak to each other, so I rest my head against Liam's shoulder, sighing softly as he winds my free hand with his. My other hand still combs through Blair's long hair which I had already gotten all the tangles out of by playing with it. I know she loves her hair to be played with, and I actually felt like being nice for once. C'mon, she's pregnant.

I close my eyes, smiling softly as I hear Harry and Blair's quiet laughs. I always wish that Liam and I will end up married and still madly in love like them one day. Sometimes when people get married it seems like the exciting spark that was there in the relationship dies out, but not with them. If anything, I think they are even crazier about one another. Sometimes it's quite annoying at how clingy they are, but I can imagine I'm the same with Liam, as he is with me.

Blair's POV:

After we had bid our goodbyes to Sadie and Liam I began to clean the mess in the kitchen, and after loading the last dish into the dishwasher I had noticed I hadn't seen Harry about. I peek into our bedroom, no sign of his large frame inside the room. I glance around the other rooms, until I finally spot his head of curls outside the sliding glass door to our back patio, a guitar rested on his knee, broad arms draped over it as he strums chords that are unable to be heard from inside. Since he hasn't been doing tours, or even been at the studio lately, I've seen him doing this alot more often. Sneaking off to play a little music, I'm guessing he misses it.

I walk slowly to the door, watching as he shifts in place, his broad back leaning over to the small table beside him, and that's when I notice a note pad, the pencil that he holds seeming small in his hand as he scribbles down words onto the paper. As he starts to strum again after repositioning the guitar on his knee, I try and quietly crack the sliding glass door open a bit to eavesdrop. But I only could hear a few words being sung by his deep, raspy voice before he senses my presence, spinning around.

"Well hello you." He smirks, making my cheeks heat as I slowly open the door the rest of the way.

"What are you singing?" I ask innocently, walking out onto the deck.

"Just an old song of ours." He tells me casually.

"But, I uh, saw you write some stuff down on there." I tell him with a small smile, glancing to the notepad. It's like he knew what I was going to do before my mind even processed it, a long arm shooting out to grab the paper with his inked writing displayed on it.

"It's nothing." He tells me with a chuckle.

"Are you writing a new song? I wanna hear!" I say excitedly, plopping down onto the patio couch with him.

"No yet." He tells me. I turn to him with curious eyes, wandering what's so important about this song. He's always showed me sneak peeks of him and the boys new songs, asking what I thought of them.