Flame [h.s.]

14| True colours

Tell me the truth
Baby girl, who else been with you
It's gon' come to my attention either way, yeah
And I understand
Baby girl, we all have a past
I'd much rather hear the truth come straight from you

Olivia

Turns out Harry didn't just play the three songs like he had initially planned to.

It was being a success and he has been playing non-stop for the past hour. The glowing look he had on his face was contagious, you could tell he was really loving this, the opportunity to play in front of people. Most of the songs he chose were oldies, which the crowd loved, but he also decided to play his original song 'Anna' which was my favourite so far, even if I would have loved to hear 'Medicine' as well.

I had ignored the fact I had classes tomorrow morning and decided to ask for a couple of drinks, and the alcohol had kicked in my organism not long ago. "He's hot." I hear Jane whispering in my ear when Harry runs his hand through his hair, before reaching out for his glass of water in between songs.

"Right?" I let out a squeal. "And he is so talented." I smile trying to keep it low considering we are very close to the improvised stage Harry is playing. Not that he would be able to hear us considering the noise going on around the pub on this short break Harry is making.

"It's a shame he is married." Jane pouts and I giggle at her comment.

She is on a date with a guy and she is commenting on what a shame it is for Harry to be married.

But same sister, it is really a shame he is married.

"Do you still think thirty-two is old?" I ask remembering a previous conversation we had about Harry. At the time she considered him old, but I bet her opinion has changed once she actually got to see him.

Harry has a mature look but so young at the same time, if that even makes sense.

"Definitely not, he's like Leonardo DiCaprio, they never age."

"Exactly." I smile focusing my attention on the man in front of me once more when he places the guitar on his lap again.

Harry taps the microphone gently, a little awkwardly as he has been doing all night. "Uh... I hope you have enjoyed having me here playing tonight, I guess I didn't do too bad since most of you are still there." He lets out a nervous laugh causing all of us to laugh as well.

I lean over the table, resting my elbows on the cold surface never taking my eyes off Harry. As much as he tries to look around to the other people in the pub, his eyes always find their way back to me in the end. It is understandable considering I am the only person he knows in here tonight, but it feels great nonetheless.

"This last song is another original, I hope you like it." Harry says and my mouth almost falls to the ground when I hear the first notes being played on the guitar.

Here to take my medicine, take my medicine
Treat you like a gentleman

Is he really playing medicine?

I make sure to applause right at the beginning and hopefully other people follow. This is a great song, but I think it would be even better if it was accompanied by all the other instruments, not just the guitar.

It is a song fit for a real concert, one with all the appropriate instruments and lightening.

As he sings the not so innocent lyrics, his eyes never leave mine for a full segment of the song,