Red String [h.s] (Completed)

Chapter 14

"Look at me lower your guard
I know it's hard to believe
But I'd never do you harm
Lie down with me
Here in the dark
Listen to our hearts beat
Bring it back to the start"

They start walking down a hallway. There are a lot of people milling about. Harry lets go of Amy's hand so he can shake someone's hand and she is both relieved and disappointed. Amy knows that she shouldn't be holding his hand but she can't deny how good it felt when he did it. They eventually make it to a door that Harry opens and Amy walks inside. There is a small table with two chairs in the room. You can tell it's one of those pop-up tables but there's a white linen table cloth on it to make it look nicer. Harry pulls out Amy's chair for her and she sits down and then he sits across from her. There are two plates with silver covers, sitting in front of them.

"I wasn't really sure what you like so I tried to play it safe."

He lifts the silver cover off of both plates. Amy is pleasantly surprised when she sees it's spaghetti and meatballs.

"Is it okay?" Harry asks, unsure.

"It's wonderful," Amy says earnestly.

They both dig into their food. Harry pours them both some water.

"Are you nervous for tonight?" Amy asks between bites.

"A little bit. I have a few friends coming tonight. It's always different playing in LA too."

Amy nods and keeps eating. Harry wants to ask her why she seems more nervous than him. When he first saw her in the car, she looked white as a ghost. She seems to have relaxed a bit since then. He can't keep his eyes off of her and this dress she is wearing. He has to stop his mind from wandering to less appropriate things concerning Amy and her dress. Like what it would look like on the floor of his dressing room.

"How was shooting today? Did you get any good pictures?"

"It was amazing. I went to the beach and there was a lot of people there so lots to choose from."

"Can you show me tomorrow?"

"Sure," and he smiles at her response. Amy's never had anyone eager to see her work before. She likes knowing she can share it with someone.

"No camera tonight?"

"Not tonight. Just a supporter tonight," she says smiling up at him.

"I still can't believe you're here," Harry says incredulously, shaking his head in disbelief.

"Me either," she pauses. "No one even knows I'm here." She says it so quietly he almost didn't catch it.

"What do you mean?" he asks confused.

There's a knock at the door and Harry gets up to answer it, apologizing for the interruption. He opens the door and there's a man in a suit standing behind it.

"Hey, it's time to go get ready."

"Okay I'll be there in a minute."

"Don't be late," the person says warningly.

Harry shuts the door and walks back to the table.

"I have to go now. Do you want to come meet some of my friends? You'll sit with them for the show."

"Okay," she says standing up.

They walk to the door and down the hallway to another room. This one has couches and a tv. There is a table with food and drinks in the corner. There are probably a dozen people sitting or standing in the room.