Chapter 39- Tour Bus

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Harry's POV.

On the bus I needed to write a few new songs for the concerts. I had no clue what to write. I grab my guitar and sit sit down on the couch for the tour. All the boys are playing the xbox and think it needs to be turned up to full blast.

"Can you turn it down I am working on a song" I yell.

"What?" liam yells over the xbox.

"Can you turn it down" I ask.

"What?" liam asks.

"Never mind" I yell.

I begin to walk towards Jena's side of the bus. I knock on the door.

"Hey harry what's up" she asks.

"Can I work on a song over here?" I ask.

"Yea that's what I'm working on too come in" she says gladly telling me to come in.

"Thanks" I say. "It's super loud over there"

"It's fine I mean like if I was working on a song and I needed peace and quite you would let me" she giggles.

I admire her giggle. It's a hint of admiration and attractiveness. It's soft but sweet and lovely.

I begin to sit on her couch.

I take out my guitar so I can start.

"Hmmmmm" I sing.

"What kind of song you looking to write" she asks.

"A happy song maybe that we can perform together. " I say

"Yea let me help" she says

"How about this" I strum.

"No give me the guitar" she says. She begins to strum a chord with another that I've never tried before.

"I like the sound of that" I say.

"Ok let's start" she says.

"Ok " I say

"Right from the start

You were a thief

You stole my heart

And I your willing victim

I let you see the parts of me

That weren't all that pretty

And with every touch you fixed them

Now you've been talking in your sleep, oh, oh

Things you never say to me, oh, oh

Tell me that you've had enough

Of our love, our love

Just give me a reason

Just a little bit's enough

Just a second we're not broken just bent

And we can learn to love again

It's in the stars

It's been written in the scars on our hearts

We're not broken just bent

And we can learn to love again" Jena sings

"I'm sorry I don't understand

Where all of this is coming from

I thought that we were fine

(Oh, we had everything)

Your head is running wild again

My dear we still have everythin'

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