moonlight {h.s}

rocket man

a new fanfic after years? who is she?
i've been working on this book tirelessly for weeks and the idea has been in my head for months. welcome to moonlight!

quick note: complete credit to the original writers, singers, producers of the songs used in this book. they are used to tell a story, please remember this is fiction. some songs that are written technically before this is set but just go with it! enjoy the songs and stream them because they're all amazing

if you can, play the songs in the chapters because they do really bring them to life <3

please remember before going into this that it is a softer fan fic but has some dark and serious themes.

if you're looking for full dark: duplicity, stall, calamity, devils due are all amazing

also follow sydney on Instagram

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okay i think that's everything! enjoy

Harry

I stumbled into the club beginning to feel the effects of the vodka shots I did just before I got here. Flashes surrounded me as I tried to get my bearings and avoid questions. I was surprised to see so many paparazzi for a small, quiet club. Photographers will be the death of me.

Once escaping the paps outside, I looked behind me to make sure my friends had made their way in. Mitch had his usual monotone expression and reached over to hold Sarah's hand. They looked up at me and we began to head further inside.

Mitch had suggested this secluded club that he knew. It was hidden away in Brooklyn where I assumed no one I knew would be. I wanted a quiet night. I hadn't been in New York for almost a year. The last time I was here was for press with the band. We never got time off then so this time round I was using the trip to explore.

We had recently gotten back from our trip to Jamaica. Mitch, my team and I had gone out there for some well deserved time off and to begin writing the album.

A few songs got done like Kiwi, Only Angel, Sign Of The Times and Woman but it's still been difficult.

I'm used to writing with the boys and a whole team but this time it's all me. Mitch and Jeff help obviously, but at the end of the day this album is mine.

We're back now and this New York trip is some time to write and get my own thoughts down. I tend to get caught up in other people's ideas and opinions on the album and forget this is my debut album.

I can choose how I want everything and what I want to write about.

I snap back to reality as Mitch puts his hand on my shoulder clearly seeing I've become lost in my head. As I leave my thoughts and walk with Mitch and Sarah, I begin to take in my surroundings.

The club was amazing. A red hue surrounded the room and in the centre stood a grand piano.

There were tables and booths placed around the room almost facing it. I smiled, wondering what show was going to take place tonight.

On each table were small vintage lamps and menu's with handwritten drinks on. There was a small stage too, it was adorned with large instruments but no body was playing anything.