That Co-Worker [Harry Styles]

Chapter Sixty-Nine

Chapter Sixty-Nine

* D a r c y *

The private music room was peaceful, and very well decorated. The mat was a staff filled with quarter notes, eighth notes, half notes, and whole notes all together in front of the treble clef. It was a smile moment for me as I walked around it, rubbing my hands to warm my body as I looked around once more.

The single practicing room was open, curiously looking inside to give it a try. Shutting the door behind me, I clear my throat. I looked at the wall in front of me, where a bass note was painted, the tune of the Hallelujah Chorus re-entered my brain also remembering the notes.

So I think about my first note, breathe in the vowel, noticing my nice stable breath. I make sure my air is not around my chest area but in my expanded belly to lungs, my posture was straight, confidently looking at the wall. Then I commence, 'King of Kings' I stagger, 'And Lord of Lords' I hold for four counts. There was two measures of low alto notes, splitting in the third measure increasing major seconds in each chord of the separate section part. I stopped so suddenly, hearing the door open.

"Dang, girl." The girl I saw earlier said, leaning into the door. "You shouldn't have stopped."

"Oh." I laugh, grabbing a strand of my hair but leave it before setting it on the side. "I got scared when you came in."

"No, No." She smiled widely, showing friendliness with a nice vibe and positive attitude. "You should go for it. Plus, we're singing that song tonight! I bet you're a choir girl too."

"Yes, I am actually, and I am seventeen by the way. Harry said I was eighteen."

"Seventeen?" She looked shocked. "Harry is twenty-three? Wow. He likes young pretty girls." She whispers to herself, which clearly I heard her. "I'm barely twenty. I feel so old!"

"Don't." I lightly smile.

"Um." A low voice hummed, making us turn to a unfamiliar person that headed inside. "I need to practice the tenor notes a bit for a few songs."

"There are other rooms Jeremy." Remi rudely said, catching me by surprise on how mean her tone was.

"I must be going." I walk quickly out to the entrance of the room. "I'm sorry." I assert before leaving. The moment I walk out, Harry was right there with his hand lowered as if he was already - well like he was going to - open the door.

His eyes search around what was behind my surrounding before connecting them to mine. He slightly smiles, quickly catching his attention again from behind me. Harry made a nasty glare to someone behind me, making twist to see Jeremy - the tenor who needed to rehearse.

"Why are you here?" He said so awfully rude. "There are other rooms."

This is a side I regained to see, angry - jealous Harry with his eyebrows furrowed. He pushed me aside, making instantly grab his arm. It was a reaction I was shocked even myself. He turned and looked at me, I have him the lost cheesy smile.

"I missed you." With that his chest risen, looking so stiff. He opened his mouth but nothing came out. Was he shy again? He took a look at Jeremy then back to me. His hand took mine, dragging me out of the private room and out to the choir room - where people were scattered everywhere until they saw me in awe. We passed them, walking out in the hall where we entered to get inside the choir room.

Once we were slightly away from the choir room, he lets go of my hand. The vibe wasn't so pleasing, it kinda of scared me. Harry faced his back in front of me, and I grabbed his shoulder. "What did I do?" I asked.

Harry turns while grabbing my hand that I set on his shoulder, bringing it upwards to his lips. My stomach suddenly felt tight, tingly, with lots of butterflies once his lips met my mid fingers. He let it linger too, feeling his rosy plump lips perfectly on the skin on my hand. The feeling was extravagant for some reason, it was unexplainable to think about. I liked it.

"Saying that you missed me," he hovered under me so suddenly, "made me feel... I don't know." Harry looked confused himself as he spoke.

My eyes never left him as he was close to me, slowly and diligently my hand sets on top of his chest - his broad strong chest - feeling his heartbeat. Shockingly I looked at Harry's chest, "It made your heart race." When I look back up to Harry, his eyes were closed tightly closed.

"Stop" He says, then bites his lips. "You drive me insane, Mary." He grabs my hand away from his chest, making lightly frightened why he told me to stop. I didn't get it.

"But I all I did was feel your heartbeat." I said.

Harry looks at me with a smirk then lowly chuckles while caressing the side of my face, gripping my chin, and chuckled lowly some more. He kisses my lips but laughs in between not even kissing me, but laughing on top of my lips. He laughs a little louder, moving his head slightly while laughing.

I take hold of both shoulders, pushing him to face me, "What!" I snicker.

"I don't want to say a word." He twists, and pulls me back inside the choir room.

Later on as the clock ticked along, I was now waiting inside the venue, staring at the choral Program.

'Grand Night Of Music!'

It read, and the cover looked so pretty. I viewed how many choirs will be performing, and what songs will Harry be singing. Apart from the festival awhile back, the new one I noticed was Hallelujah Chorus. I flipped the pages a little more, and saw a list filled of named. And so quickly, without a second glance, Harry Styles caught my focus. It honestly made me hug the paper, and give a it a light kiss.

I jumped when I heard a speaker begin to announce the evening for tonight, introducing the choir - Harry's Choir. All of the member came professionally walking down to the stage, one by one passing by me - since I was in the edge - passing until I see Harry.

My teeth bit down my bottom lip as he walked his way down, confidently, proudly up the risers of the venue. His head held up high, hands on each side, and his focus was now out in the audience in front of me. His suit fit him in the right - perfect places, and this time he wore slacks, a proper attire for the performance.

Seriously, I wanted to run up to Harry and tell him good luck I would but, I can't. So I stayed put until they sang.

They sang the song of the festival, where I saw Harry so got his solo. Dare I say, he sounded a lot more better than the festival, his voice sounded so shockingly amazing. It almost made me want to tear up.

The performance was mind shocking - closing with a song called O Holy Night. It was the most beautiful song I have ever listened to live, everything about all performances made me excited on what I will expect in Cambridge next Fall.

The choir concert ended, and I congratulated everyone I saw that was part of that choir, while searching and searching for Harry. I couldn't find him near me, so I looked awkward while I twirling every second.

"Mary!" I heard a my name that was only used by Harry, and what took me by surprise was when he wrapped his hands around me while he was behind. "How did you like it?" He was clearly in the brightest mood - because of choir - just like me.

"You have no idea how amazing your sound was! Talk about a true axing choir there!" I happily hugged - a normal front to front hug. "And Harry? I'll drive."

"Whatever you want." Harry smiles proudly.

His happiness was honestly the best thing I have ever experience. As of now, I thought about the times he was this happy, nada. He was usually rather serious, or talkative. This ---him being this energized made me beyond ecstatic and giddy.

"Okay, lets go." I entwine my finger to his.

We are not going home right now, now, I want to go somewhere to eat as a congrats for tonight. I'd love to see his reaction to it perhaps kiss him until I grow tired - or maybe ask more questions about himself.

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SORRY FOR THE LAG!
Action will come soon but right now - I want CUTE CHAPTERS OF THEIR INCREASING LOVE! <3

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