His Melody

1. His Entrance

I was 18 when my life changed forever.

Living with my Aunty and Uncle, a gap year ahead because I didn't want to rush my future and a constant reminder of the reason why my parents disowned me—my life was headed in one direction. And it didn't seem so bright.

My parents disowning me was a burden on my soul and the constant reminder of that came in the form of Harry Styles.

You see, it was a quiet, Monday morning. The type of day where you'd wake up and immediately have a feeling that something was going to happen. But you didn't know if it was a good or bad thing.

I stood downstairs, behind a mahogany counter of my Uncle's music shop. Aunty and Uncle Grayson named it after themselves and thus, Graysong was born.

Through the large window on the left side of the shop, the sun reflected on a few instruments. My hazel eyes glistened upon seeing my favourite guitar standing in the corner going unnoticed. It was a cream coloured, electro acoustic guitar with strings that flowed so easily, it was like expensive chocolate melting in your mouth. Ever since I was young, music was a great deal to me. I always believed that it was the one thing that everyone could relate to.

Since I was alone downstairs in the shop, I slowly made my way towards the guitar that I've touched too many times. Carefully picking it up with ease, I let my fingers flow and my mind drown in soft tunes.

Too absorbed in my own strumming and humming, I didn't notice the person behind me until they cleared their throat. I jumped and quickly put the guitar back on the stand before turning to face Uncle Grayson—the man who didn't hesitate to take me in when I fled from home, the man who had helped me more than my parents ever did and the man who believed in astrology. His growing beard covered the full outline of his face, his black, messy hair was pushed to the side and his dark brown eyes stared down at me.

"Seriously?" He gave me a blank face, more than familiar with the bond I had with this particular guitar. "What do I pay you for?"

I smiled. "To stand around and see how many times I can play my guitar without getting caught by you."

He scoffed, knowing I was joking. "I have that guitar on standby for you. Don't make me sell it."

"I know, I'm sorry. Thank you," I said sincerely.

Uncle Grayson was the total opposite of my parents. He rarely ever get mad and our conversations always held a sense of humour.

He just shook his head, muttering his next few words. "Typical Virgo."

Before another word could be said, a ringing sound echoed around the room, signalling that the entrance door had been opened. My co-worker, Liam Payne, stumbled in while shouting: "I'm not late!"

He was panting, almost like he had been running because he didn't want to be late for the third time this week. His gelled, brown hair was still styled to perfection and his wide, brown eyes looked towards my uncle.

Uncle Grayson just chuckled lightly, shaking his head. "You're late for getting a girlfriend, that's for sure."

I stifled a laugh as Liam opened his mouth in shock, looking offended.

"Why do I hire Virgos? I don't get it," Uncle Grayson murmured whilst walking past a gaping Liam. He trudged back up the spiralling stairs,  joining Aunty Grayson in the staffroom.

A long silence filled the room with Liam looking deep in thought. He was a sweet yet sensitive guy and working with him for almost 6 months now, I knew that he'd take the joke to heart.