The next day I sat in the music room with Harry. I was wearing just his sweater along with black sweats I just found in the room, not caring too much who's they were really, probably Lisa's since they smelt like Shawn, maybe even Shawns, but who cares...
I look up at Harry who looks as perfect as ever in a white t-shirt and black skinny jeans with black boots... that looked like Shawn's.
"Alright, let's see what you got," Harry says cheerfully at me, breaking me out of my thoughts.
"You want me to sing?" I asked raising a brow at him.
"Well yeah, I need to know what I'm working with." He smiled. I felt nervous.
"What do I sing?"
"Anything you want." He shrugged.
"O-Ok," I said and thought of the song Shawn and I were working on,
"Can I kiss you or not?
'Cause I'm not really sure right now of what you want
Are you still mad at me? I'm hopin' not
'Cause maybe we could go to the movies
I know that always cheers us up." I sang the best I could using what little knowledge I took from Shawn. Harry seemed impressed and clapped his hands.
"Beautiful." He said. I felt my cheeks burn as I looked down.
"Thanks..." I shyly said.
"There is room for improvement though. You have a very beautiful soft voice but it slightly sounds flat and it seems like you can't keep the same consistency." He explained, I just listened. I felt like I was with an actual singing coach.
After about an hour and a half, I felt as if I was going to vomit out my vocal cords.
"Alright, I think we're done for now." He finished our lesson
"Oh, thank you." I sighed in relief.
"We still have more practice Sunday don't forget." He reminds me.
"Of course." I gave him a small smile.
"Hey, you want to grab lunch with me or something?" He asks out of the blue.
"S-Sure." I agree, a little taken back.
"Alright, cool. Let's go." He says holding out his hand. I hesitated for just a second before grabbing it. He just cupped my hand and lead me out the room.
Harry and I walked hand in hand to the lunch hall. On our way, I heard a familiar voice off in the distance.
"You're perfectly wrong for me
And that's why it's so hard to leave
Yeah, you're perfectly wrong for me," I looked over to where the voice was coming from. From a distance away, I saw a small crowd of mostly girls standing next to the fountain in the middle of the courtyard.
"Oh look, that looks interesting, you wanna check it out?" Harry asks.
"Sure." I agree still focused on the crows.
We walk over and the voice gets louder.
"Oh, you're perfectly wrong for me
All the stars in the sky could see
Why you're perfectly wrong for me," it was then that I knew exactly who it was. But Harry had already led us all the way to the front of the crowd and there we were. I felt like time froze and I stood and watched him.
Shawn stood in front of the fountain, strumming a beautiful light blue guitar in hand as he sang. He looked absolutely stunning in his thin, white long sleeve shirt with the sleeve rolled up to his elbows, showing off his tattoo. His shirt was tucked into his navy blue dress pants that almost looked like skinny jeans the way they hugged his legs. He, of course, complimented the outfit with a nice pair of black leather boots.
I stood in awe completely forgetting where I was and who I was with or even more who's hand I was holding. I watched mesmerized as Shawn sang. He seemed unphased even though I know he saw me.
"Your friend's good. Try to take note of how he sings, he has really good falsetto." Harry leaned over whispering in my ear. His breath hitting my ear tickled and I couldn't help but giggle and pull away.
"Oh, and why I can't quit
When you break my heart open
I need you more than I know
Oh, and I can't resist when you're up against my skin
I never wanna let you go," Shawn's voice was more powerful as he sang louder, I felt like he wanted to scream the lyrics at me. I noticed that Shawn's eyes wandered down and stopped for a second at my hands, reminding me that I was holding Harry's. Shawn's cool deminer changed as he glared up at me. We locked eyes but his stare was so cold I felt like he could freeze me where I stood. I swallowed hard and just looked up at Harry.
"L-Let's go." I quietly said. Harry looked confused for a second but listened to me and turned. We started walking away but before we did I looked back at Shawn. His mean look turned into one of sorrow. I couldn't help but feel guilty but what can I do?
Harry and I sat in the cafeteria with our lunch sprawled out on the table we were sitting at. I offered to pay for half of it but Harry wasn't allowing me, saying he wanted to thank me for a wonderful day I was giving him just by being here with him. I didn't really want to fight him so I let him pay but said I'd pay the next time.
I sat there picking off small pieces of my chocolate muffin and couldn't help but think about Shawn. How must he have felt seeing me and Harry hand in hand right in front of him after I said to his face that there was nothing between us? There's kinda really nothing but I can't exactly say that to Shawn. He'd probably get more upset.
"You alright?" Harry asks.
"Yeah..." I sighed putting a piece of muffin in my mouth.
"Did you and your friend Shawn get in a fight?" He asks.
"What? How did-"
"I saw how he looked at you, he didn't seem that happy. Neither did you." I just shrugged.
"I guess..."
"So? You ok?" He raises a brow at me.
"Well... no," I admit.
"Wanna talk about it?" He asks putting his food aside and giving me his full attention. I gave him a small smile and nodded.
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Hayran Kurgu"You tried to convince me that you liked me, gave me hope. Now it's my turn." He whispered in a low raspy tone of voice then immediately crashed his lips against mine. My eyes shot wide open, his were closed tight. I tried to pull away but before th...
