The Kindness Of A Sunflower (h.s)

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paige
October 26th, 2021

It has been a few weeks since Harry had left for more tour stuff and I had started my final project. I had been spending a lot of time at the loft working on fixing up the lyrics and harmonies trying to make everything perfect. I'm not going to lie, it felt kinda strange to be writing from the other person's "perspective" because I didn't know the actual other person's side. I was writing from the pain I felt and how the song related to that, and what my perspective might be if this song were about me. I was pretty proud of what I was coming up with and I think it sounded pretty good.

My project was due on November 1st which meant I have about five days to do final tweaks and edits. I still had to record one part because I kept changing up the lyrics, had to overlay some background harmonies, and finally do some mixing.

I was currently sitting on the floor of the loft with all of my papers and ideas scattered in front of me. I had left my hair in it's natural wave and I had on a pair of blue jeans with a back top tucked into the front. I had Harry's flannel layered over it as a layer.

I missed him. And working on this only made me miss him more. I had daydreamed about Harry coming back and the two of us sitting on the couch playing guitar and just writing music. I wanted that more than anything. To just sit and be creative together and not worry about anything. He knew how much this project was stressing me out and he helped calm me down a lot. I know just having his presents here would calm me and help we clean everything up, but also terrifying. He is so talented and the thought of having him listen to my stuff is scary.

Almost as if he had read my thoughts all the way from Georgia, my phone rang with an incoming FaceTime from him.

"Hi gorgeous," he says with a big grin on his face.

"I wouldn't go with gorgeous. Maybe sleep deprived or stressed or a raccoon looking human would be a more fitting term, but I'll take the compliment," I say laughing.

It's true. I kinda look like a mess. Because I had started pretty late in the game because I hadn't figured out my song, but now that I had gotten started I pretty much hadn't done anything except work on this. Honestly, most nights I had ended up falling asleep on the couch or the floor here at the loft. Sometimes the only reason I remembered to eat food was because Maya would come up with meals and work on her art pieces while I was recording.

"Oh stop it. You will always be gorgeous to me no matter what."

"Thank you H. How's tour going?"

"Pretty good. I have a rehearsal in a few minutes but I wanted to call and say hello cause I have some down time before then. Tonight's gonna be a late night so I don't know if you'll be awake when I get back so I wanted to say hi now. Hi,"

he says. "Hi,"

I giggle.

"How's the final project going?"

"It's going pretty good. I just need to tweak some things before it's finished but yeah."

"And you're still not gonna tell me what it is?"

"Nope."

"Fine. But I'm excited to hear it when it's finished."

My eyes go wide and my lips part a bit in surprise. I wasn't expecting him to want to hear it. Maybe after it was done he would want to know what it was but not actually listen to it.

"I--I didn't think you'd want to hear it," I say softly.

"What do you mean? Of course I want to hear it! I want to hear what you have been working on for the past few weeks. And I want to hear you sing."