Black and White ~ SEQUEL

1.0// Falling //

Includes mention of alcoholism. Hope I don't offend any of you 

Songs included:   Falling by Harry Styles


I'm in my bed

And you're not here

And there's no one to blame but the drink and my wandering hands

Forget what I said
It's not what I meant
And I can't take it back
I can't unpack the baggage you left

What am I now?
What am I now?
What if I'm someone I don't want around?
I'm falling again
I'm falling again
I'm falling

What if I'm down?
What if I'm out?
What if I'm someone you won't talk about?
I'm falling again
I'm falling again
I'm falling

You said you cared
And you missed me too
And I'm well aware I write too many songs about you

And the coffee's out
At the Beachwood Cafe
And it kills me 'cause I know we've run out of things we can say

What am I now?
What am I now?
What if I'm someone I don't want around?
I'm falling again
I'm falling again
I'm falling

What if I'm down?
What if I'm out?
What if I'm someone you won't talk about?
I'm falling again
I'm falling again
I'm falling

And I get the feeling that you'll never need me again

What am I now?
What am I now?
What if you're someone I just want around?
I'm falling again
I'm falling again
I'm falling

What if I'm down?
What if I'm out?
What if I'm someone you won't talk about?
I'm falling again
I'm falling again
I'm falling

I played the last notes on the slick, black grand piano. I looked at Andrew for a reaction. 

"Woah." The music producer was lost for words. 

"Woah indeed." Harry came over grinning. "That song really was something, but I really have no idea why you asked me here." 

"I want you to sing it." 

"WHAT!" Andrew spluttered. 

"Y/N please think carefully." Andrew put his hands on my shoulders. "This is a hit song. It's chart topper. It practically belongs on the Billboard Top 10. And you really want to give it away? You sang it so beautifully as well."

"I'm sorry but I can't sing this. It's too raw. I don't want to waste this song and I think Harry would be suited for it perfectly." 

No one said anything.

Harry broke the silence. "Well I'd be more than honoured to sing this." 

"But I get 50% credit." I added quickly.

Harry laughed. "You can get 100% credit for all I know. This is a good song. I'll get in touch with my producers and we can't start from there."

"Great. Now if you don't mind, I'm gonna head home. It's been a long week." 

"Okay I'll see you Y/N. I'll contact you if anything happens. Take a break for the next few days." Andrew said. 

"Okay I will. I'll see you later." 

I headed out and into my Black Range Rover. I drove to my apartment on Central London. My home. 

You're probably wondering what the hell is going on. I mean me? Writing songs? Well let me enlighten you. 

After leaving I joined Shawns tour. Not like I had anywhere else to go. I chatted with his producers and songwriters and discovered that I had a talent for writing and singing. I mean I always knew I could sing but like shower concerts, not real ones. So after the tour ended, I was offered a record deal which I gladly took up. I was writing my first album which proved to be a difficult task. I just couldn't find any inspiration. So they told me to take a break-so I took up acting. Because I already had lots of media attention it wasn't hard for me to audition for a role. So I auditioned for Once Upon A Time In Hollywood with Brad Pitt, Leonardo DiCaprio and Margot Robbie. It was definitely a big leap and maybe I should've gone for something smaller but I got the role so I didn't want to back out.