Only the Finest Lines [h.s]

Chapter 3 - Rock Bottom

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Eve's POV:

"Pleaseeeee" Alice pleads as we walk through the door in my apartment. "Okay fine." I say crashing on the couch. Sam goes to the kitchen and grabs three pints of ice cream and some spoons. We all sit in the living room, getting comfortable before I start.

"Well, we got in this argument, mainly about how we both had faults. It was pretty bad. The only time I saw him that angry was at the end of our relationship, or whatever it was." I tell them in between spoonful's of ice cream.

"Then we kinda brought up some stuff that happened in the past, stuff that I would just love to forget." I say, dreading the next part.

"We kind of just stared at each other before we, uh, well before we kissed." I whisper.

"I knew it!" Sam yells, waving her spoon around. "What does this mean, E?" she asks.

"It means- it meant nothing. It was just a way for us to get out anything left over from two years ago." I tell them, shrugging my shoulders.

"Angel, you were in love with the guy. You still are! How can you just sit there and tell us it meant nothing!" Alice exclaims.

"It meant nothing because it changed nothing. He still hates me. Trust me, I wish things were different, but they aren't and I have to live with that." I tell them.

"Do you ever regret turning him down that night in New York?" Sam asks me in a more serious tone. I take a second to think about it.

"Yes and no. Would have it been nice to finally be with him and live happily ever after? Of course. But he didn't even love me back, so how was I supposed to be happy? I don't deserve that." I say as they stare at me.

Sam and Alice look at each other and then back at me. "What?" I ask, confused.

"You know, it's been two years." Alice starts. "Yeah and?" I respond. "He hasn't gone out on one date. Not one. It's like he was waiting for someone." Sam teases.

"I'm sure he was just busy. He is a pop star after all." I say, putting the ice cream back in the freezer.

"Or maybe he was waiting for you..." Alice pushes. "Unlikely. He hates me, remember?" I remind them. "You can be mad at someone and still love them, Eve. You're proving that to us right now." she says, pointing at me.

I roll my eyes. If he didn't love me then, why would he love me now? I haven't seen the guy in so long, things have changed. Our feelings towards each other are complicated, and it's certainly not love he feels towards me. He showed me that today.

The next few days are weird. I only get messages from Harry through the band, not directly. Our first writing session is coming up and I'm terrified. How are we supposed to write together if we can't even get along? I let out a sigh as I look in my closet.

"What do you think Roman? I should wear a dress, right?" Roman stares at me. "I thought so." I say as I pull out a white dress with yellow dots on it and my white vans. I throw it on and put my hair in a braid. Before I close my closet doors I see the dress that I wore on my first writing day almost three years ago. Wow times have changed.

I arrive at the studio and see everyone's cars parked outside. I take a deep breath and walk in, scared of how this could go. As soon as I walk in I see Harry strumming a guitar, Mitch annoying him while he does so, Sarah setting up her drums, and Clare looking at sheet music.

Mitch notices me right away and leads me to where he and Harry were, explaining to me that all we're doing today is getting ideas and thoughts out, nothing concrete, just something to get us started. As soon as he says that a thought hits me.

I'm going to have to share songs about Harry, with Harry. He is going to know everything. How I felt, how I feel now. The bad ones, the good ones. Everything. Shoot.

"Hey I had an idea." Harry says, his voice almost mute. I look up to see that Mitch has moved to another group leaving Harry and I alone.

"It's not much, but it's something. Just a few lyrics." he mumbles. "Let's hear it." I tell him, giving him a reassuring nod.

"Not here, not now. I have the lyrics written down if you want to read them, but I don't really want anyone else hearing it right now." he says, looking embarrassed.

The fact that he is trusting me with this is shocking. I thought he hated me, but I might've been a little off. But whatever this is, it's important to him, and I don't want to hear the lyrics, or read them, until he's ready.

"I can wait. I'll hear them when you're ready." I tell him, picking up a guitar and strumming a few different chords. Harry looks at me shocked.

"I didn't know you could play." he says, his eyes on my hands as I change chords. "I learned a little bit from my grandmother, and I learned some while I was in New York." I explain.

He gives me a nod and then closes himself off again, looking like he is deep in thought. I'll admit, I am worried about him, seeing him like this. He looks tired, too tired to fight and argue. Too tired to play pretend, so he is just closing himself off all together. It's what's easiest for him right now.

The session ends after about an hour, a few ideas have been written down. I say bye to everyone, feeling weird that I'm not getting into Harry's car to go downtown, or back to his house. I guess this is the new normal.

I get home and pull out my notebook. I write down some song lyrics that came to mind while I was in the studio. Songs lyrics that I didn't share. They describe who I saw in the studio today. This is not the same person who was on the balcony. This person is much more damaged, distraught. He's falling. He's falling and he can't catch himself. He's scared and there is not much that I can do about it. All I can do is hope that he reaches out before he falls and hits rock bottom.

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