Eighteen

Fool's Gold

a/n this is the real chapter 5 guys lol sorry

ha jaide was fangirling over this chapter so i hope you like it.

and also nothing in the last chapter happened in the story so like forget all of that

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"Hey Aria, whatcha doing here?" Harry asked me.

"Just dropping the cookie pan off," I mumbled back, "I will talk to you later, Anne."

"Thanks again, Aria!"

I walked passed Harry mumbling a goodbye, but he grabbed my arm.

"Wait! Aria," I looked at him completely confused.

"Let me show you something." He said, walking me up to his room.

I followed along not really knowing what he was going to show me. He opened up a door and walked into a room with tons of boxes. Making our way through the boxes, I noticed sheets of paper everywhere. I picked one up, but Harry snatched it away.

"Those are uh- they uh," he stammered. I grabbed another piece of the floor.

"Where do broken hearts go?" I read off the paper.

"Um it's a song, they are song lyrics." He mumbled.

"Do you sing?" I questioned, "Are you any good?"

"Well sometimes I sing, but I wanted to show you something, come on!" I followed after him. It seems like the boxes went on forever, they were all lined up, scattered across his new room with the balled up paper littering over almost everything.

He stopped walking once we reached another door. There weren't any boxed near it, a clear opening for the door to open. He had a key that he grabbed out of his pocket and unlocked the door, me following behind.

The room was filled with a bunch of instruments. I payed most attention to the acoustic guitars and the sleek black piano.

"Do you play anything, Aria?" He asked while I slid my fingers against the light brown guitar strings.

"I know how to play a guitar and a piano, but I wouldn't say that I'm amazing at it." I answered.

"What about you?" I looked at him, he was standing next to the shiny piano.

"Yes," he smiled. "My mum shipped the instruments earlier this week, that's why they are all set up."

It was quiet for a while. Harry was zoning out, staring at the piano bench and he didn't notice me walking towards him. I poked his shoulder, "You okay there?" I asked.

"Sorry, I was thinking of a song, that I've been writing," he caught onto my curiousness as he asked, "Would you like to hear it?" I nodded eagerly.

He stood up from leaning against the piano and walked toward a dark brown acoustic guitar.

"This one is called 'Fool's Gold' and I came up with it on the plane ride."

He strummed the guitar and sang quietly.

"I'm like a crow on a wire,

You're the shining distraction

that makes me fly, oh

I'm like a boat on the water,

You're the raise on the waves

that calm my mind, oh every

time."

I listened closely at the lyrics, wondering if he had somebody he loved back in England or if he just wrote the song for fun but either way the song was beautiful.