You were sitting in the back of your town's local music shop, perched upon your best friend's stool and strumming lightly on one of the guitars you had plucked off the wall earlier that morning.
You were lost in your own world, lost in a melodies that blended around you as you played. It was a simple song, quite unchanging in its original form, but your riffs took it to the next level. Adding sweet harmonies to the simple refrain.
American Boy by Little Mix had been running nonstop through your mind all morning long, and when you finally managed to work out the chords, you were quick to throw the lyrics into the mix. First starting out in a quiet hum, but it gradually grew to you full on jamming.
The owner of the shop didn't mind though. You were a regular, coming to the shop everyday of the week. It was your home away from home. Your sanctuary when relations with your family continued to fray. Besides, according to Jayson Shields (owner of the tiny shop), you kept the costumers coming.
He made you laugh and you couldn't help but think of him like the father you never had. After all, it was he who taught you everything you knew. And it was he who supported you when no one else did. Honestly, you couldn't be more grateful.
You continued to pick apart the song, effortlessly switching between the highs and lows, searching tirelessly for that perfect sound. And when you finally found it, after a whole afternoon of messing around, you couldn't help but smile.
It was perfect, and so you began to play. Your fingers gliding effortlessly across the frets as you rounded out the beginning riff and started to sing.
-Ooh, la la, she breaks my heart. I know she thinks about him when she plays guitar. Ooh la la, my American girl-
You were half way through the verse when you felt eyes on you. It was an intense kind of stare that caused the hair of the nape of your neck to stand on end. But you payed the culprit no mind.
You were used to the endless eyes on you. It was all part of your everyday routine by that point. You would play, people would stare, then they would leave and you'd continue like they were never really there to begin with. Everyday was the same.
Except that day was different. The eyes never did leave you and the staring only intensified. You could feel them closing in on you, but you kept your eyes closed, absolutely refusing to have your concentration broken and continued to play.
You had just slipped into the second chorus when a heavenly voice joined in, jolting you back to reality. Your fingers continued to strum, like second nature as you began searching for the mysteriously familiar voice that twisted beautifully around yours. Creating the perfect harmony between the two of you.
When you finally found the mystery singer, your heart nearly leapt from your chest. You would've recognized that face anywhere.
Perrie Edwards stood just inches from where you sat, leaned back against the check out counter, watching you intently. There was a small smile hanging on her lips, showing off her adorable dimple as she continued to harmonize with you. An amused twinkle filling her bright blue eyes.
Your face told her everything she needed to know and as you closed off the song, you couldn't help but smile at the small giggle that left her lips.
"That was lovely." Perrie chuckled. "Sorry, if I messed you up. I just couldn't help myself." She explained as she made her way over to you, carefully leaving a comfortable distance between the two of you.
You shook your head in response, taking a moment to regather you bearings before sending her a shy smile. "Thanks." You almost whispered before sliding off the stool and placing the guitar back on the wall behind you.
Perrie returned the smile and stuck out her hand. "I'm Perrie by the way." She snorted. "But I reckon you already knew that."
You slid your hand into her's, giving in a firm shake before quickly pulling away with a small giggle of your own. "Y/N."
"Well Y/N, you're amazing."
