Hearts on fire. (A Vic Fuentes Fanfiction)

"You should stop being so stubborn."

~Harper's P.O.V~

Jesus. It's freezing. Maybe i'm alot colder because my hairs wet. I don't know.

I really appreciate what the boys have done for me. I seriously wouldnt know where i'd be without them.

I have no idea why i'm scared of everyone. I don't mean to be, it's just the way i am, the way he made me.

But, with Vic.. it's like every single bad memory, every single thought, goes away. It's like im not even scared anymore. He's like my own personal drug. When i leave him, everything comes back. Nightmares, bad memories, pain.

I know i haven't known him long. I know it's weird how he makes me feel this way. But he makes everything better. He makes me better.

"Harp, you ready slow coach?" Leroy shouts from the outside of the bus.

"coming." i sigh deeply. I really dont want to do this today, i dont want to see anyone today apart from Vic.

wait what? no i don't.

my wooly jumper, skinny jeans, beanie and coat cover all of me. This winter weather is harsh. I make my way through the bus and head towards the door.

The huge gush of freezing wind makes me gasp and shiver.

"who chose to have soundcheck today. It's freezing. And we play mainstage later. We'll all freeze." i sulk crossing my arms.

"You should stop being so stubborn." That voice.

"Vic what are you doing here?" I swear my smile widens.

"I came to watch the set with Alex, that alright?" My eyes scan the place to see Alex walking up.

"I-uh, sure." I finally bring my eyes to meet his, to find him already looking. I swear i blush.

"Guys, can we go to the set now?" i question. Im really cold.

Everyone just nods, as i follow in quick persuit.

"How are ya?" Alex stands beside me.

"Oh, i'm err-great." i felt really awkward with Vic standing there.

"Good. you know, the boys told me. You need to forget about Rory, Harp. It's no good for you. You'll find someone so much better and they'll make you forget about him. Everyone hates to see you like this, Shit i hate it. Ju-"

"God Alex! i get it. I GET IT. Stop talking about him. Im sick of everyone talking about him dont you think i hear enough of him already?! everyday his voice is in my head telling me that ill never be loved and i may aswell be dead! how would that make you feel huh? im sick of everyone having pity for me I DONT NEED IT." My temper just blew off. I'm sick off it.

I walk on set, grabbing my guitar. I nicknamed it Lexy. Plainly because Alex bought me it and he insisted.

my right hand slicked the cold metal and the strings. I placed the microphone to my height, taking in a huge breath.

the drums arose as the guitars played.

oh oh oh oh oh,

oh oh oh oh oh,

oh oh oh oh oh,

oh oh oh oh,

oh oh oh oh oh,

oh oh oh oh oh,

oh oh oh oh oh,

oh oh oh oh,

what the hells, going on? have you gone undercover?

you were here, now your not. been replaced by another.

cos' its still your face but theres something strange not the one, i remember.

can you please explain, did they wipe your brain? this is gonna be forever!

cos' everything you say, everything you do, is freaking me out, freaking me out!

you know we ust to be the same, who the hell are you? 

youre freaking me out, freaking me out.

and i swear i thought i new you, but oh that was yesterday..

//END OF SONG//

"wow." Clapping filled the room, adrenaline filled me.

I'm alive when i play. Thats another one of my secrets.

"smashed it Harp. Well done." Jim approved. His tattoed hand met my shoulder.

"Guys come here." i turn my index finger to bring my band together.

Leroy and Jake join us. Eyes confused.

"Listen. Look at where we are. Hell, we didn't think we'd get this far when we first started the band. We played gigs in my shed, then moved to my garage. To pubs, then jeez. We got signed! now look. We're touring, playing at a huge festival, with all our friends. nothing can get better than this.I love you guys and im so sorry for snapping most of the time. I love you. Lets forget about Rory. forget about my past, from now on lets move foward, not backwards, sidewards, diagonal.. fuck it, none of them. foward, alright?"