Chapter 15

                                    

                                          
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HOLY MOLY CANOLLI I'M BACK. 
I'm so super duper sorry. I have been a busy clam and I haven't had an ounce of motivation to write this! Can't believe it's almost at 1000 reads though! The semester is almost over so hopefully, I can get some creative juices flowing again!
Hope y'all can forgive me <3 
Also- can I please wake up to that every morning? ^
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When Harry told me he wanted to have a career in music I thought it was kind of strange, but as I sat watching him sing his heart out and strum the guitar like his life depended on it, I could see why he wanted to do it. His entire heart and soul came out through the song and I could feel my heart beating as he continued. 
"For your eyes only, I show you my heart," he sang, his eyes staring deeply into mine and for a moment, I thought he wrote the song just for me. He strummed the guitar one last time before he took a deep breath and looked at me. I instinctively clapped and he grinned, dramatically bowing and blowing kisses to an invisible crowd. 
"Harry, that was, it was so lovely," I whispered, almost at a loss for words. He looked down at his guitar and then smiled up at me in the most genuine way. His dimples were more present than ever as he set the guitar down with a gentle blush on his cheeks. 
"I'm glad you liked it. No one has ever heard me play or sing before," he whispered, sincerity in his eyes. My heart swelled and he took a deep breath. 
"Have you got any more?" I chirped and his eyes sparkled. He raised his eyebrows before hopping off of the couch and running into his room. He came back out with a torn up and overstuffed notebook. 
"I've got loads," he beamed, flipping through the pages. I couldn't help but smile as he excitedly showed me all the songs he'd written over the years. 
"This one is fairly new," he mumbled, scanning over the scribbles on the page and nodding. He grabbed his guitar once more and began strumming once more. 
"I don't ever ask you where you've been. And I don't feel the need to know who you're with," he began, his voice pricking my skin with goosebumps again. I sat forward on the edge of the couch and he smiled slightly at me while he continued to sing. 
"You have to teach me to play," I whispered, feeling overwhelmed by the music playing. 
"Of course, love," he said before continuing his song. I suddenly found my eyelids closing and I heard Harry chuckle softly. The last thing I remembered before falling asleep was Harry playing some soft chords on the guitar and humming "If I Could Fly" once more. 
Few hours later
When I opened my eyes, it took me a minute to adjust to my surroundings. I found myself in Harry's bed with him and the TV illuminating the room. I stretched slightly and Harry mumbled softly. I was wrapped in his arms and he squeezed me lightly. 
"You talk in your sleep, love," he whispered and my eyes widened. I looked up at him and he smirked. I narrowed my eyes at him and he laughed.
"Only kidding," he replied, kissing my forehead gently. 
"Why am I in your bed exactly?" I yawned, sitting up and he took a deep breath. 
"I wasn't going to try to attempt and carry you to your room and try and carry you up that flimsy ladder to try and get you in your bed without waking you," he grumbled, giving me a half smile. 
"You could've just woken me up," I replied, rubbing my eyes and flopping back down beside him. He groaned as I fell onto his chest and I smiled slightly. 
"You look so peaceful when you sleep, I couldn't bear to wake you," he replied dramatically and I rolled my eyes. 
"You're the only person to have slept in this bed more than once," he yawned, husky voice and wiggling eyebrows. I grumbled, rolling off of him. He took a deep breath with a chuckle and pulled me into his arms. 
"You going to stay here, or go back to your room?"
"Oh, now you want me to leave?"
"No! Of course not!"
"If I stay you have to rub my back," I said in a sing-song tone. 
"Absolutely not," he replied and I sighed. I wrapped the blankets tighter around me and Harry took a deep breath. As I felt myself dozing off again, I felt Harry shift slightly. The next thing I knew, he pulled me tighter to him and I felt his fingers brushing against my back. I smiled as I drifted off to sleep.