I wake up cold. It's 6:15. Harrison's not here, so he must've went to set or the hotel or both. I see his hoodie on my bed and I put it on. I get a glass of water, go to my piano, and play and sing "turning page". "Wow," says Haz, standing behind me. "Oh my gosh! I thought you left," I say, jumping a little. "Sorry, love," he says coming up behind me, kissing my head, and wrapping his arms around me. "I see you found my hoodie," he says, smiling. "I was cold, but I give it back". "Keep it. I like it on you... Y/n. You're really good". "Thanks," I say, blushing. "No, mean REALLY good!" he says, letting go. "Haz, I'm not THAT good". "What are you talking about? You're amazing! You must not be hearing what other people hear. Please, play again," he says, sitting next to me. I smile, and play and sing it again.
