Before the Factor

I hear him sing

The moment the bell goes off I'm out of my seat, heading towards the music room.

Anticipation bubbles in my stomach as I walk through the doors, and my eyes scan the room, looking for the curly hair I'm so familiar with. There's a couple of other people in the room. Two more of my friends sir in the corner, practicing the drums.

I still look for him though, my eyes skimming the room. And then I find him.

He sits by the guitars, strumming one and not really playing all that well. I laugh and he spins around towards my voice.

"Mia!" He calls out. I can't help but smile at his cheeky grin, and dimples that pop out whenever he smiles.

I wave at my friends by the drums and go over and sit with him.

"How was English and social?" He smiles, "Learn anything new?" He says as he wiggles his eyebrows.

I laugh and say, "Not really, you know me," I say with a shrug "I like to read about it early." He smiles and I laugh again.

I promised myself, I promised I would tell him.

He looks at me then, with his big green eyes, and I can't stop the color from flooding my cheeks.

He smiles at me and lifts his hand to my face. Lightly touching my cheeks.

I am frozen, I do not want to move. But I don't want him to stop.

Of course when he touches me I blush an even deeper shade and he laughs a bit.
"You haven't played piano for me in a while." He says quietly.

I smile and move over to the black grand piano in the corner. I lightly brush my hands over the keys as I take a seat on the little bench, leaving space for Harry.
I haven't played piano in a year. Since we had to sell ours for some extra cash.
I start playing, unsure if myself at first.
But playing piano is like riding a bike, or learning how to read, you never forget how.

I start playing Let It Be by the Beatles. And I hum along to the melody, from the corner of my eye I see Harry smile at me and he starts to sing.

Now you'd think I would know what his voice sounds like when he sings. How his chest rises and falls to bring in enough air.

But the truth is he's been very shy with his voice around me.

I've only ever heard him hum along to a song, or sing quietly to himself. But never like this.

He starts the song for me, and I feel my fingers falter for a second, but they pick up just as quickly.

His voice is beautiful, it's smooth but raspy at the same time. His face changes when he sings, he looks happier, more free.

I keep playing and finally get to the chorus. I start to sing and I hear him falter for a beat, he smiles at me and signals me to sing louder.

I am so caught up in our little bubble I don't realize that everyone is standing at the door, smiling and listening to us.

I finish the song and stand up. My face burning as I make my way to my seat.

Harry takes a seat next to me, and as everyone gets settled he leans towards me with a huge smile on his face.

"I didn't know you could sing," he says to me, his dimples showing.

I blush and say, "Well, I've never heard your voice either." I look at him and smile back.

He just shakes his head and stares at the front of the room, smiling the whole time.

We spend the rest of class sneaking looks at each other and giggling when we get caught.

We get dirty looks a couple of times, but Harry and I are in our own world.

Just him and I. This is how the world should be.