Mess Me Up

Chapter 35

Jena's POV.

When I get to my dorm door. I hear the strumming of a guitar. I lean my head against the door. I listen to the strumming it's peaceful. Almost like the whistling of birds on a hot summer day. Like a mocking jay. I then hear humming. It brings back memories to when I was a little girl. When my dad would take me on the front porch and play his guitar and I would have my mini guitar. And he would strum something and I would strum the same chord. He would hum and note and I would do the same note. He would play a song and I would do the same. I wanted to be just like my dad. I didn't think harry knew I could play guitar. He didn't no one knew. It was a family secret held between me and my dad and mom. I was really good at it too. I hated playing for people though I didn't mind singing for people. I felt insecure when I played. My dad tried to sign me up for lessons but I just hated playing it in front of other people. I only liked playing with my father. It was something special we shared.

As I listen everything else in the world is silent. I eat him tapping his hand on the guitar. I hear his humming like he is writing a song. I wonder what the song was going to be about. I wonder if he is writing just for fun. I wonder. I wonder. I wonder. It's so entertaining listening to him write. I wonder where he got the guitar from though. Maybe he keeps it in his guitar for safe keeping.

When I hear the strumming stop I go to the door again. I take my key out and open the door.

"Hey you're back" harry says.

"Yea classes ended" I say

"Cool" he says.

"Whatcha writing? " I ask.

"Just messing around, you know just like doing one of my many talents. Can you play?" he asks.

"Yea" I say under my breath.

"What did you say?" he asks

"I can play" I mumble.

"What?" he asks

"I Can. Play" I yell.

"You can huh?" he asks.

"Yea" I say.

"Play me a song" he says.

"No I don't play for people but I can play" i say.

"Why not I do it at concerts" he says.

"Cause I am not harry styles I don't feel comfortable playing in front of people" I say.

"Please" he whines.

"Fine what do you want me to play?" I ask.

"A song" he says.

"What song harry?" I ask.

"Play, ummm play, I knew you were trouble" he says.

"I love that song" i say.

"We'll play it" he says.

I begin to strum some chords until I find the right one. "Once upon a time a few mistakes ago. I was in your sights you got me alone. You found me you found me you found meeeeee. I guess you didn't care. I guess I liked that. And when I fell hard you took a step back without me without me without meeeeeeee. Well he's long gone when he's next to me and I realize the joke is one me. Cause I knew you were trouble when you walked in. So shame on me noowwww. Flew me to places I've never been. Till you put me down. And I knew you were trouble when you walked in. So shame on me noowwww flew me to places I've never been now I'm lying on the cold hard ground. owe owe trouble trouble trouble. Owe. Owe. Trouble trouble trouble" I end the song.