Tunes | Harry Styles

Our Love Is Forbidden

The night was cold but my soul felt warm. I entered my bedroom, tossing my bag by my desk. It was currently nine in the evening, and I've just gotten back from Harry's place. Its been close to two weeks now since I have been rehearsing his songs. I've bonded with the band and Harry, even though he's barely around. Thankfully, the others guided me. Harry heard me play for him all of his songs, he seemed intrigued. But still, he was deciding. I've grown to have a very good relationship with all of them. I became more comfortable and I was finding myself more and more when I was with them.

My phone vibrated upon the desk as I slip off my boots. I slid across the wooden floor with my socks toward my phone, seeing a message.

From Harry : Dinner tomorrow evening with the band at seven. Will you be free to join us?

I smiled small, not thinking twice to say yes. These past days, they have been my life. I felt more useful and appreciated.

From Louisa : I will not miss such an invitation.

From Harry : Then I expect you to put on your pretty dress tomorrow evening. x

My cheeks reached my eyes from his message, rereading his text. A pretty dress? I sure didn't have a pretty dress, considering I often just travel here to Japan and a dress was the least of my concern to pack. I decided to wake up tomorrow morning and go for a stroll to find a dress that is enough to look presentable. That night, it was calm and the time ran by rather slow, and as my back rested upon the hotel mattress - my thoughts scatter around, chasing clouds. I could hear the tick of the clock and the patterns of my breathing upon the white duvet. My tired eyes glance upon the light grey wall, seeing its already eleven in the evening. My mind start to become weary and my lids starts to drift, leaving my soul in a complete slumber.

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The next morning I woke up early than usual, knowing that I needed to buy a new dress. I walk down the streets, entering a local coffee shop, nothing branded as I'm aware it'll be crowded - considering its early in the morning and people tends to need coffee to wake them up further. Basically like a gas station for people. The grained coffee filled my nostrils as I step foot in the small café, seeing at least five customers and two baristas. The sound of small chatters and hissing coffee machine filled my ears like music, the barista banging the metal of foamed milk lightly on the counter like a beat.

My fingers tapped inside my coat pockets, staying in line as I hum a melody to go with, mumbling low - gentle words to form a lyric. "Our love is forbidden, we must stay hidden." The slow, gentle yet unique melody I made strike through my mind like a thunder permanently, eagerly needing to be home now to finish the song but yet I know I need to wait.

"Just a cappuccino, please." I snapped back to reality, smiling at the woman by the counter. She gives me a polite nod and smile as I dig into my bag for my wallet. I hand her the cash, waiting for my change. I stand by the side after, awaiting for my coffee. I thank the barista, opening the plastic lid, adding in one brown sugar before mixing it and finding my way out as I cover the cup with the lid again. I continue down the route, not bothering to commute as my hotel was close by everything I needed, it were easy access. Plus, I liked walking. It helped me be consumed around my surroundings and I'm quite an observer, making every little detail something.

It is still insane and fascinating how I crossed paths upon Harry. He's an amazing person and artist, I held a lot of admiration and respect for him. And I realized that, even though he won't take me as his keyboardist and partner in the band, it was still a pleasure to work with him for some time as I've learnt a lot of things not just from him but the rest as well.