I Wouldn't Change A Thing

Chapter 9

you walked back in the room with a sinister smile across your face. You saw the boys yawning and stretching as they woke up. you wondered how they managed to look so good even in the mornings. at that thought, you swiftly walked into the bathroom and headed straight for the mirror. of course you eyeliner was smudged and you had bed head. 'wow harry, how could you take that seriously when i look this bad' you thought as you began washing your face and reapplying your makeup. you were still in your cloths from yesterday, but you came over here spur of the moment so there was nothing you could really do. you took one last glance at yourself in the mirror, fixed your hair, and went back to join the boys. 

The boys had already started eating, so you went into the kitchen and helped yourself to some cereal. "i think you look better without any makeup on." that husky voice sent a shiver down your spine. you turned around an saw harry in a sleeveless shirt grabbing the milk out of the refrigerator. you couldn't help but stare at those perfectly toned arms just imagining them wrapped around you holding you close. damn harry. you went to join the boys as everyone ate their breakfast. The boys had to do more promo stuff and unfortunately wouldn't be around later to hang out again. it was amazing how close you got to all the boys even though you had only just met each other, well except harry. you can't picture them as being famous, just being some of your friends. once everyone was done, everyone got in the car, dropped you off at your house, and went to do whatever was planned for the day.

*****************later that night********************

it was around 7:30 when the doorbell rang. you yelled for someone to get the door then realized you were home by yourself. after realizing how stupid you are, you got up to answer the door. you were shocked to find harry leaning again the door frame. "ew what are you doing here" "what dont remember what happened this morning ;), maybe i should show you again" "your such a loser styles" as you said that you walked back into your house as harry followed closing the door. "damn its been a long time since i've been here" "yeah like 12 years" you guys walked into your room and your went straight for your bed and laid down (dont think of it that way)"since when have you played so many instruments" harry sad picking up a guitar. "since i can teach myself" Harry knew you had been paying the violin since you were eight years old. being you took lessons you didn't find it hard to learn other instruments. over the years you had leaned violin, piano, cello, bass, guitar, drums, and your brother was teaching you saxophone. he handed you the guitar and joined you on your bed. you began strumming a few chords. your fingers danced across the strings letting the notes flow out of you. you turned your head to see harry staring at you in awe. 

out of no where you started playing the chorus torn. the boys had told you all about xfactor and how they were formed. you knew this was their song. harry started whispering the words " theres nothing left, i use to cry, my conversation has run dry. thats whats going on. nothings fine im torn. im all out of faith, this is how i feel, im cold and i am shamed, lying naked on the floor.illusion never changed into something real, im wide awake and i can see the perfect sky is torn. you're a little late, and im already torn, theres nothing left, i use to cry my inspiration has run dry, and thats whats going on, nothing fine im torn, your a little late, and im already torn." he finished the last note with so much passion. you were amazed by the was he sung with all his heart, it made you melt. no other guy has ever made you felt this way before. you knew you had feelings for him, and you now realized you cant hide it anymore. you had to tell harry. you had to make him yours. and there was only one way to do that...