Broken // h.s.

Chapter 23- Perform

Chapter 23- Perform

As soon as our plane lands, I rush out the gate. As much as I enjoyed my stay in L.A., I missed Ripley, Georgia and it's flat farms and praires.

My eyes search the crowd for the mop of curls I'm so desperate to see and as soon as I see them and those emerald greens searching just as much as I am searching for him, I begin striding; no longer able to contain the distance between us.

I throw my hands up and pull him down into a hug.

"You smell good," he says and I laugh.

"Thanks," I go to pull away, but he pulls me right back; keeping me there longer.

"God, I missed you."

"Okay, okay." my mom says. "We have to get going so we can be home before your dad beats us to it."

"Um-" Harry clears his throat. "If it's okay with you, Mrs.Grey, I wanted to take Lana out for the night."

My mom creases her eyebrows together. "Aren't you tired, Lana?"

Of course I'm tired. We were just sitting on an airplane for more than five hours, but when it comes to Harry; I'm wide awake suddenly, prepared for whatever he has planned. So I answer, "No. Not really."

"Where will you take her, Harry?"

"To the Destate."

"Destate?"

"It's a restaurant down in the city and people perform there. People like me." He smiles down at me and I feel a smile coming on to my lips as well. He's performing tonight in front of a live crowd.

"I don't see why not then. We only have one luggage and I'll manage myself. Just take care of my little girl."

"I will."

I hug my mom goodbye and leave with Harry. It's five, almost six p.m. and he tells me that he is scheduled to perform at eight, but that we should get a quick meal before.

The Destate is a small, brick walled restaurant with punk kids, all with different colored hair and some with too many piercings to count.

I, still jet lagged, let down my loose waves that has grown longer and is now closing in on my belly button.

"What are you going to sing?" I ask him while he swallows down the last of his burger.

"A song I wrote."

"I didn't know you were into this...type of music." I pause. "I like."

He chuckles. "Me and you listen to Guns n' Roses, Twisted Sister, The Offspring, The Killers, whenever we're together and you're telling me that you don't think this is my type of music?"

"It's just whenever you sing to me, you sing a different kind of music."

I watch as one side of his lips turns upward. "I guess I just like you so much that I question my taste in music."

"I think all genres of music are great."

He nods. "And I agree." He switches his gaze over to the stage where Niall is. So I guess his friend, Niall plays drums? "I gotta go. Niall is about to prep-" he stands up and I follow, grabbing his collar and pulling him down towards me for a hungry, passionate kiss.

The world around us seems to stop whenever this happens; whenever we kiss and it is a great feeling.

"Are you nervous?"

"Yeah,"

"Afraid?" I question.

He clenches his jaw. "Not anymore."