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Esme Opel a singer starting out in LA runs into one of the most famous singers in the world Harry Styles, he meets her and instantly likes her personality, little do they know they work at the same studio, they help each other with songs...
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Harry
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Right where you want me to
Dim the light, my lullaby
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I took Esme to the penthouse, when we got into the backseat the driver took off the ride was awkwardly silent she wouldn't talk to me and I didn't know why, "Esme?" I ask and she looks over to me she looks drained
"hm?" she mumbles and I tilt my head, "what's wrong?" I ask and she shrugs, "wasn't that good of a day, you preformed great though" she mumbles and I try to take her hand but she moves it slightly away from me, I look down between us and I see she's shaking
"why wasn't it a good day?" I ask her and she turns a little towards me, "why were you distant all day?" she asks and I look down, she noticed it. fuck
"I just- Esme Matthew doesn't know about us and if he does find out I don't want to know what will happen, I don't trust anyone as well" I whisper and her eyes fine mine again, "what's the worst Matthew can do?" she asks and I feel my heart twinge, don't tell her Harry you can't trust her like that
"Nothing-nothing, I just don't trust him or anyone for that matter" I mumble out and she tilts her head trying to figure me out and I hope she doesn't, she wouldn't want me if she did
"Harry you're not making much sense, who do you trust then?" she asks me and I say the first answer that come to my mind, "you" I say and she smiles lightly, "I trust you too smiley, smile for me please" she whispers and I do, not much but it makes her smile
"was that why your day wasn't good goldie?, was it because of me?" I ask her and she doesn't answer which means yes, it was because of me, I'm mad at myself for it, Harry why can't you just let her in, she's your golden girl she won't hurt you
"it wasn't just you harry, something else happened" she whispers and I see a tear stream down her face, "can I touch you?" I ask her and she nods, I bring my thumb to her face wiping it away, "we don't have to talk about it if you don't want to goldie" I whisper and she nods, "thank you" she mumbles and I grab her hand, "you know I care about you yeah?" I whisper and she nods, "I care about you too" she says quietly and I bring her hand to my lips kissing it quickly and bringing our hands back down to my thigh
