Zayn and I keep talking until Harry comes up from behind me and grabs me by the waist. I apologize to Zayn and turn around to face my beautiful boyfriend. His dimples are poking out and his eyes have a little crinkle in them from smiling. He looks me up and down and then leans into kiss me. The familiar scent that is Harry fills my nose as I press my lips to his.
The kiss breaks and I smile. I feel at home in his arms. I am too mesmerized by Harry's greens that I forgot about Zayn standing right behind me. I turn around to see Zayn standing awkwardly trying not to watch Harry and I's moment. I apologize to Zayn and continue our conversation we were having earlier, while Harry's large arms are still wrapped around my waist.
"So you like music? What kind?" Zayn asks me.
"I mainly listen to stuff on the radio, but I listen to all kinds of music besides country and rap," I giggle. I hated those types of music. I never listened to them.
"Oh, okay. Do you sing?" Zayn asked. He was really attentive and asking a lot of questions.
"I guess you could say I do, but I could never pursue singing," I say kind of embarrassed. I hate that my personality, even though I have broken out of my shell lately, can hold me back from doing something I could potentially pursue.
"That's awesome. So could you, like, sing something right now?" I freeze. Sing in front of my friends? I have never sang in front of anyone. I'm too embarrassed. What if I wasn't good? What if my voice cracked? There is so many possibilities that can happen and I don't want to risk it.
"Sing? Now? Uh, no. I can't," I say looking down at my feet. I could not bear to look into his eyes. I didn't want to disappoint anyone, but I just couldn't sing in front of everyone.
"Sure you can! Hey guys, you wants to hear Caly sing?" Zayn asks to my friends.
Did he really just ask if everyone wanted to hear me sing? I can't.
Soon I am bombarded with questions, "You can sing?" "Why didn't I know?" "Are you good?" and so many others.
"Guys, I am not singing," I say sternly. I'm too embarrassed.
"Why not? I can play something on the guitar for you to sing with. I'm pretty sure I left it here when I was playing for Madison. I can go get it-"
I cut Niall off, "Thanks, Ni, but I am not singing for you guys."
Harry, with his arm now draped around my shoulder, whispers in my ear, "Baby, I would love to listen to you sing, but if you don't want to I will get them to stop asking." Calling me baby is the only thing I needed to bring my confidence up. When I wrote in creative writing that he brought and continues to bring the confidence out in me, I meant it. He is all I need to be myself. And Harry wants me to sing, and God knows I would do anything for this man.
"Ni, go get your guitar," I instruct Niall. He smiles and walks into the other room. I look up at Harry and his dimples are so indented. He brings me closer to him and kisses me on my forehead. Niall walks back into the room holding his guitar. Harry lets go of me and I sit next to Niall, who is getting positioned to strum.
"What can you play?" I ask Niall.
Niall looks up in thought. He finally looks at me with wide eyes in spite of an idea. He whispers the song in my ear and I smile. This song is perfect.
Niall starts to strum his guitar while I wait for my cue to start singing. Suddenly I get nervous and start to feel sick. I am about to get up when I look into Harry's eyes. He calms me when I am supposed to be nervous. I stay sitting and start to sing.
"When I look into your eyes/ It's like watching the night sky/ or a beautiful sunrise/ well there's so much they hold." While I sing this I look right into Harry's eyes. This song expresses how I feel about him in such few words. Harry starts to realize that I am singing this to him and his expression changes. His smile becomes softer.
I keep singing, "And just like them old stars/ It seems that you've come so far/ To be right where you are/ How old is your soul?" My eyes start to get glossy. I can't hold back these tears forever. My eyes can't seem to peel away from Harry's. This song relates so much to the both of us. We have both been though so much in our past and these things brought us closer together.
"I won't give up on us/ Even if the sky's get rough/ I'm giving you all my love/ I'm still looking up." Here the tears come. Yes, I'm giving Harry all my love. I didn't believe in love, but now I'm giving my heart to Harry. I don't care about the consequences. All I know right now is that he is my everything and I want to give him my world.
I sing the next verse with tears streaming down my face. I can see Harry's eyes start to gloss, too. I forgot about everyone around us. All I can think about is the man standing right in front of me. The man that I love with my whole heart and soul.
"I won't give up on us/ God knows I'm tough, he knows/ We got a lot to learn/ God knows we're worth it." I won't give up on us. Ever. I'm in this for the long run. I know Harry and I both have so much to learn, but we will make it through together. I'm never leaving Harry, no matter how bad it gets. A life without Harry is a life I don't want to live.
"I won't give up on us/ Even if the skies get rough/ I'm giving you all my love/ I'm still looking up." When I sing these last four lines, I can see tears streaming down Harry's face. I sit on the chair frozen for a second, but when my body catches up with my mind I jump out of my seat and run to Harry. I jump into his arms and he spins me around. He's holding onto me so tight. I don't want to ever let go.
"I love you, I love you so much," Harry keeps whispering into my ear.
"Never leave," I say through my sobs. I mean it, I never want Harry to leave.
"You're the best thing that has ever come into my life. Please don't leave me. I won't let you leave. I love you too much. God, I love you," Harry says with his head still nuzzled into my neck.
I laugh even though I'm crying, "I love you more."
And I mean that. When I say I love Harry more, I do. I didn't want to go a day without him, ever. He is what keeps my heart beating. He is what brings happiness and joy in my dull and boring everyday life. I need him around.
But somehow I know that even though I love Harry more than he loves me, Harry loves me just a little bit more.
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**ok but why is this the cutest chapter ive ever written???? I love this a little too much agh. someone get me a relationship like harry and caly ughiruehfueiw
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