Harry's POV
It's been a week and everything has been the same as that day. The meetings with my management are always about the perfect album, no matter what I do it just doesn't sound right, it's missing something but I just don't know what. The nights have been the same too, my neighbour comes home and plays my song while crying every night. It would have been annoying if it wasn't for this feeling of a connection to him.
Today though I had given up, told my managers and editors to give me a few week so I can figure out what my album is missing. I'm thinking if I just relaxed then something would come to me and I hope that's true otherwise this album will never get released. I pray that the missing piece will come to me over the next coming week because otherwise the timing will be off. I don't really care about the money, I care more about the fans and being happy with my work but my team really only cares about how much money they'll get.
I'm eating my dinner which is just a crappy takeaway, it's tastes nice but I prefer my homemade meals. It's later than normal and the silence is odd, there's no banging and no music, it feels kind of lonely. It may be odd but this mans tears and yelling has brought me comfort by taking me out of my silent and lonely apartment over this past week. It feels as though I could help if I was just brave enough to speak to him but I don't think that will ever happen.
As if he was made to cure my loneliness, he makes it home but this time something tells me it's worse than normal. There's no shouting and his tears are already falling when I hear him make it through the door. It's almost as if I can feel his pain and I feel my heart breaking. Now I can hear his sobbing and I feel drawn to him, so I move towards my wall. I feel like a stalker but I just need to hear him, despite his crying I feel drawn to him like he's a light I need in my life.
It's like the world is against me because I knock my lamp over and it makes the loudest band ever, he definitely heard it. Then my some miracle, I make it even worse when I yell the most idiotic response ever: "Oops!" What was I thinking?
"Hi. Are you hurt?" What? Was that him?
"Oh, erm, yeah I'm all good" I sounded so stupid oh dear.
"Okay that's alright then." His voice is beautiful, I have to keep talking to him.
"Yeah I guess. Are you alright though?" I ask.
"Oh I'm buzzing, perfectly fine."
I know he's lying but I don't want to push him away by being too nosey. Even though, I've not met him properly I feel really close to him, I really want to see him.
We talk for hours after that, just about random things, I don't tell him anything personal about me though. I learn a lot about him and he's already perfect. He works as a football coach for children of all ages which i bet is absolutely adorable. I tell him about my family because that won't give my away since I can tell he's not an actual fan of mine. I'm thankful for that because it lowers the chance of him judging me for what the media says and for him just wanting my money. I'm definitely not already thinking about a relation though, that would be ridiculous especially since I've not even seen the guy. I bet he's gorgeous though.
Maybe he will help me with the problem on my album, he could be my inspiration but if I see him he sees me and then he'll know who I am. Oh god I didn't think this through.
