It's the age old story of friends to lovers but exactly how long until these friends turn to lovers?
Cash and Harry are trapped inside of the same spinning wheel of fame, music, and success and with nothing short of overbooked schedules and thousan...
Things were looking up. Harry was busy with interviews and photoshoots which he showed me sneak peaks of. Sarah and I were hanging out more. I was back full time in the studio, working on my own album and helping produce other artists music.
Life left normal again. Jared hadn't tried to contact me again and I knew my lawyers were busy building my case. I was happy for the first time in a long time. The only thing that really helped me was knowing Harry was sticking by my side. His forum show was in a few days and I knew he was stressed and excited. I think because this album was so personal for him it made things a bit more intense. I mean, you can't write a song like 'Falling' or 'Fine Line' and it not be personal.
Waking up to Harry felt normal at this point. It had been three and a half weeks since my birthday and I felt like my whole life flipped around. I was dancing around the lines with Harry that were becoming increasingly more blurred as the days passed.
He thought I was asleep, last night when he kept whispering things to me, he thought I couldn't hear him. I fought everything within me not to open my eyes and talk to him but I think he needed to say them without knowing I was awake. He needed to voice his thoughts out loud so they became real to him.
Falling asleep in Harry's arms felt amazing, the way he held me so close to him and intertwined our legs together had my body tingling with emotions. "I just want you safe, I'd do anything for you to be safe. You're so stubborn," his voice was just above a whisper and I kept still so he wouldn't know I could hear him. "I really am trying to understand why you're putting us off. I don't mind waiting but it seems inevitable to me. Now that you know I love you, I'm in love with you, I won't lose you or let anything else in the way."
He fell asleep shortly after and I let a few tears fall from eyes, I knew I was being selfish. Having Harry as my friend was familiar, comfortable, easy. Thinking about having Harry as my boyfriend scared me. Things will change. We'll still be us but with a label and able to be more free with each other. What if he doesn't like something I do? What if he decided he doesn't love me anymore? I know my thoughts are selfish but thinking of Harry not wanting me scares me more than Jared.
Anne and Gemma flew into town tomorrow and I was so excited. Anne, over the last four years, became more of a mother figure to me than my own mom. Gemma was my best friend and sister rolled into one. The comfort of Harry's family feeling like my family made me feel warm. Gemma and I had talked yesterday about we want to treat Anne and I mentioned doing things like getting our nails done, a spa, movie and dinner. I know Anne loves rom-coms so Harry was going to find a movie for us for girls. Harry was going to be busy during the day but he told me he'd make dinner for us.
"You three women deserve a break. My mom needs time to just not think about others. Gemma is working so hard in London. You are going through so much," his voice and eyes were so soft I could melt. "I want to treat my three favorite ladies."
He told me he was going to cook a proper British Sunday roast and I was not complaining. Anne always made it for me when I'd visit and it's a classic. I made sure I had a clear schedule so that while Anne and Gemma were in town I could hangout with them whenever they wanted me. I was so excited to see them both.
Being at the studio became my safe haven. I was able to express my thoughts and work on my own music which was very liberating. All of my song inspiration was coming from a curly haired, green-eyed man that occupied my thoughts. Harry had this classic way about him and his voice sounded like velvet. He was my modern day Elvis Presley heart throb. I read stories of how girls adored Elvis Presley and that's how I felt about Harry. Harry's touch was another thing, he was always so soft and delicate his actions since our confession of love. I think he wandered how lightly he had to tread while we we weren't together. I enjoyed his soft innocent touches, the way his fingers would lightly run across my collar bones and down my arms. He touched me with a purpose and a passion that made me feel desired.
"All I ever wanted, was something classic
the kind of love song that goes on till the end of time
All I ever wanted, was a little magic
With a good laugh, jet-black sparkle in his eyes"
Harry's face was in my thoughts as I wrote down the lyrics that came to mind. Harry made me feel like I could have classic love, where the girl and the guy have their happily ever after. I knew it was a fairytale, too much shit happened in the real world for that to be true, but he still made me believe in love.
"You're my velvet Elvis, I ain't never gonna take you down
Making everybody jealous when they step into my house
Soft to the touch, feels like love, knew it as soon as I felt it
You're my velvet Elvis, baby"
I was so happy with today's progress and work that I made and I felt super confident about my song for Harry. I wasn't going to share it with yet, I wanted to sing it for him when I could be fully committed to him and we could be together. That day seems so tangible, I can feel it, yet I don't know when it will happen.
This was the first day in a while that I felt good, I felt like myself.
My phone lit up next to me and I smiled expecting a text from Harry, one of his many "how are you?" or "I miss you" texts he sends throughout the day but it wasn't Harry and all the progress I felt that I made was gone as fear plagued every part of me.
Miss me?
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will the drama ever end?
Velvet Elvis: Kacey Musgraves, Luke Dick, Natalie Hemby
