A Star Is Born

Sneaking Harry In

(Jordyn's POV.)

"Seriously Harry, you can't actually want me to sing at your show."

"That's exactly what I want." He explains genuinely.

"But... w-why me?" I ask honestly.

"Because, there's something about you. You're... real? I can't explain it. I just... I don't know. Just give me a chance. Please?" He's getting closer to me by the second.

I can't make any cautious decisions with him this close.

Maybe he knows that...
"I... I..." I need to be alone so I can think clearly without his charm staring back at me. "I need to pee. Where is the bathroom?"

His eyes got a little wide as he points. "Two doors down."

"Thanks." I'll practically run out of there. "Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God. What the fuck is happening?" I ask myself as I shut the bathroom door a little too hard on accident. Wh-what is going on?" I ask my reflection in the mirror before me as if she has a clue. I have about one minute to make my mind up.

Okay, let's look at the pros and cons.

Pros: I'll get to know Harry personally. I'll get to sing with him. I'll get out of Pickens for a night. My life might change for the better. I could finally live.

Cons: If my family ever found out they would literally kill me. I might find out Harry's not single, therefore crushing my dreams. I could make a fool of myself in some way or should I say many ways. I might fall for him and get my heart broken. I could die.

"What am I gonna do?" I mumble under my breath. I go ahead and pee while I'm in here and then wash my hands before I come back out and meet a worried looking Harry staring back at me.

"Um..." I sigh. "I'm gonna need my song book."

"Is that a yes?" He asks excitedly.

"If we can get my song book and if we even have time to-

"We'll make time! Give me one minute, love? I'll be right back. Just stay there." He rushes out of the room, leaving my head spinning.

A couple minutes later he greets me with a wide smile. "Alright, we're all set."

"And you're sure you're sure about all this?"

"Positive. Now, where'd you park?"

I lead us to my car, then get in and start the engine. Before I can even start driving, he begins to explode with questions.

"Where are you from?"

"Pickens, South Carolina."

"What's it like there?" He eagerly asks.

"Hm... let's see. It's like reliving the same week over and over again. The same painfully boring week."I answer with a sigh.

"That bad, huh?"

"It's worse." I let out a small laugh before I explain why. "My entire life literally everyone I know has tried to control my every breath. I'm the pastors grandkid, so everyone just expects me to be perfect. That means going to church every Sunday morning and night, then go every Wednesday night and go for revivals and any other church service in the county or state and or nearby state. It's literally hell on earth. Not to mention my parents want me to marry a 'good Christian man' who wants me at home all day cleaning and to have dinner ready when he gets home. And God for bid I want more. Like a singing career. But my family thinks if I sing about anything but Jesus then it's straight from hell. And I'm not even being sarcastic."