"Rain came pouring down, when i was drowning that's when i could finally breathe, and by, morning, gone was any trace of you, I think i am finally clean", i hummed, my fingers gently tracing over the black and white keys.
Last show of the tour, done...so now what?
It felt foreign, I'd been on tour for a whole 9 months..so what should I do now? Celebrate? How though?
Harry kicked the door down. "Oi? what are you doing here all alone?", he questioned with his thick british accent. "Oh, its nothing, just had a song idea, thats all", i smiled. "Can i hear it?" "Hah, nice try but no".
He made a tiny pouty face and recollected himself. "Well, we can't celebrate without the star of the show, c'mon, everyone's waiting"
I stood up adjusting my dress i still had on from the 2 hour long show. I needed a shower, but i loved these guys, so i guess it wouldn't hurt to celebrate a bit.
PART I
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Fanfiction"The drought was the very worst, when the flowers that we'd grown together died of thirst It was months and months of back and forth, You're still all over me Like a wine-stained dress I can't wear anymore" Stella Monroe, a radiant 18-year-old Ameri...
