You Belong With Me

Chapter 42 // Closed Curtains

Hey everyone! Finally updated! Sorry it took so long. I finally finished moving, although there's still stuff everywhere 🥲 Anyway, I'll admit, this chapter is a little cringey due to the "dancing" scene from the music video...if you know, you know...but I still thought it should be included, so hopefully it's not too bad. Enjoy nonetheless! ❤️
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My face fell further as I sat idle in front of his window.

I was aware of what was happening to Logan, his happiness slowly becoming diminished by the hands of my former best friend, and preventing it felt so hopeless. I couldn't even help him just now, when he clearly needed someone.

He doesn't know how loved he is - or how much I wish I could just save him from what I know will hurt him more than he needs to be.

I felt a new emotion begin to bubble up inside of me, before I sprang up from my seat on the bench in frustration.

I decided somewhere between the distance from the bench to my mirror to play some music, my recorded instrumental version of You Belong With Me playing immediately.

I had managed to finish the instrumental portion of the song - using an app for all of the instruments I didn't have access to - and just needed the lyrics to go on top, of which I was still working on.

But as the music approached the part where the unfinished chorus would be, I began improvising, the words flowing off my tongue naturally.

As I stood in the mirror, singing, I began putting more emotion into the song, portraying my built up emotions through it.

I eventually got bored with just standing there, and decided to play around with some different looks for the heck of it while I was making up the lyrics - ranging from goth to hippie to skater.

I couldn't help but shrug my shoulders as I did, wondering if it really was as simple as changing my looks.

I quickly changed back, the clothes now laying on my floor as the instruments built, carrying me further into the chorus.

Climbing onto my bed with a newfound energy, I began air guitaring with my hands as I mimicked a typical rock star, without a care in the world. I then grabbed the hair brush that was on my bed, amongst many other things, using it as a microphone as I got lost in the song.

I ended up dancing around my room, before grabbing my hair brush once more to finish off the last line in the chorus, letting myself fall back on my bed in exhaustion, deciding to stop there despite not getting through the whole song.

Instead I shifted my position to the edge, listening to the rest of the instrumental as I quickly scribbled down the lyrics I had just sung, adrenaline still pumping through my body.

I was aware of how ridiculous I most likely looked, dancing around my room and singing - especially since I didn't know how to dance - but it was really fun and honestly a great stress reliever.

I tried to never let those self conscious thoughts hold me back when I was alone. In front of people was a completely different story. But if I couldn't let loose like this in front of myself, then who could I let loose around?

I let out one last laugh and eventually a sigh followed, calming down as the music stopped, coming to the end of the song.

I suddenly jumped as the door clicked open, catching my attention.

"Harper Greene, keep it down, would you?" my mom scolded, shaking her head.

I let out a small laugh in awkwardness, now knowing she heard me.

"Sorry, mom. My bad."

"You bet it was your bad," she mumbled in a half laugh, closing the door once again.

I shook my head as I scanned the room, my eyes meeting that same closed window.

I couldn't help but do a double take when I noticed the small gap between the curtains and the edge of the window, swearing that he closed them completely, before.

After a few seconds, I ultimately gave up, knowing I couldn't be certain, as I made my way downstairs.