Secrets

Do Me a Favor

Blaire's P.O.V.

The one thing I enjoy about my job is expressing what I feel through doing something I love, music. Pouring everything into the lyrics, loosing myself in the song, it makes me forget everything. An unexplainable feeling of peace washes over me, erasing all of the troubles that fill the world.

Yesterday when I returned to the recording room Ed and I were in, my mood wasn't the brightest to say the least. I guess Ed noticed the dark cloud that hung above my head, he kept asking if I was alright. The lyrics we were in the process of writing described what I felt in that moment, heartbreak.

By the end of the day I was feeling miraculously better. If I had not been in the studio, I easily would have gone home, cried my eyes out, stuffed my face with my best friends Ben & Jerry, and grieved over the past. But music kept me going.

I guess you could say another part of what kept me going was Ed. After all, he did come all the way to London to record a collaboration with me. Sam would never forgive me if I would have stormed out of there like I have many times before.

All of the hurt caused yesterday was brought upon by a curly haired, green eyed boy I can not seem to get out of my mind. His eyes were a shade of green I had never seen before, almost a jade color. I don't even know his name, yet here I am daydreaming over the eyes that put me in a trance.

I need to stop.

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This morning, I awoke peacefully. No work today, nothing to do, no plans.

I lazily get out of bed and make my way to the shower. After my everyday morning routine, I decide to make a trip to the café near my flat.

Dressing in the warmest clothes I can find, I stroll down the sidewalk. Paparazzi occasionally snap pictures, but I don't mind.

As soon as I walk into the café, the smell of coffee takes over. After ordering my usual caramel latte, I make my way to a small table in the corner.

Sipping on the sweet, warm substance, I glance outside. More paparazzi than usual are out, but I don't think too much about it.

I look over at the empty seat across from me, causing a frown to come on to my face. At times like these I wish I had more friends. Ed is a good friend. Then there is Sam, although he is my manager. Other than that, I have nobody.

My biggest fear in life is letting someone in, just for them to break me down. It's happened once, and I do not plan on letting it happen again. That is why I have surrounded myself with the tallest walls I could, nobody bring able to get over them, or tear them down.

I finish my latte, cleaning up the small table before walking towards the exit of the café.

"Hello to you again." The familiar voice says from no where, making me jump.

"Not you again" I over-exaggeratedly groan, rolling my eyes in the process.

"Yes, it's me." The curly haired boy cheekily smiles, showing his dimples.

"Would you do me a favor, please?" I ask, putting on the most innocent face I could manage.

"Anything, love" His face lights up like a child in a candy shop.

"Leave me alone."

Just like that, his face turns into a frown. His eyes darken slightly, yet they stay as beautiful as they were before. I mentally face palm my self for getting so lost the unique green color.

"Would you do me a favor, please?" He asks, repeating my question.

"What did I-"

"Please." His voice begs.

"Fine" I huff.

What could he possibly want? I've been nothing but rude to him, just as he has been equally as rude to me.

"Let's start over. Act like we have never met before, meet in the right way. Not like yesterday."

Out of all the favors in the world, this was definitely the least expected. Why would you want to meet someone, who has been so rude, again? Maybe this could be a good thing. Maybe this could be a bad thing.

My heart was telling me yes, my mind was telling me no.

I honestly did not know. I was completely torn. It's just acting as you never met, like becoming friends, right?

In the back of my head I knew in someway, somehow, the guy and girl always end up falling for each other.

That is exactly what is holding me back, not just from being friends with the green eyed boy, but from living my life.

I need to move on, let go of the past, and live a little.

I look at the boy standing in front of me, his eyes glowing so brightly I could melt.

"Erm...sure."

The light green eyes I saw yesterday have replaced the dark green eyes I witnessed moments ago. An emotion I have not seen in a while was filling them. Hope, maybe?

As guarded as I am, I couldn't help but feel a little hope as well.