I Found You In A Song

Part One

A/N Title may be changed later. 

I was fifteen when we met. Well, technically we met twice; first on my YouTube channel, and then in person. The entire year leading up to my fifteenth birthday I begged, quite obnoxiously for my parents to get me a laptop. They were all worried about me talking to strangers and getting myself into trouble. But the only thing I wanted to do is put my music on the internet.

My dad was big into instruments and started teaching me to play various ones when I was about five. I only stuck to three though; drums, guitar and piano. And I’d loved to sing since I could talk. When I was little I’d write these stupid songs that my parents would pin on the fridge and my dad would put music to them and put them on tapes; really cool when I was eight, kinda embarrassing now.

The songs I wrote now have much more meaning than the ones I had written as a child, I could put music with the words now and mix them all together. After the ten millionth promise not to go into big bad chat rooms and talk to strangers I was picking out my brand new laptop, even getting a video camera for Vlog purposes. My parents didn’t understand, but they supported me, and that’s all I could ask for.

I don’t want to sound egotistical and say my channel blew up, but after a few months it certainly got pretty popular. People were listening to my songs and liking them. Against my parents better wishes, I made a few friends; just a few close ones. And the closest of that few was a boy named Harry; he was my age, but from a totally different world. I mean, the boy lived in England. But he was one of the first people to subscribe to my channel, to tell me he loved me singing.

We spent months talking; I was essentially glued to my computer at all times. Mostly we talked about music, he loved to sing too; and we would spend hours talking about our favorite artists and what inspired us. As the school year was coming to a close we started to devise a plan: with the proper amount of begging and white lies, and a lot of luck I was going to go to England. We knew it was a big if; would my parents let me go, would his Mom let me stay there?

I made an executive decision to tell me parents I would be spending the summer with Gemma, Harry’s older sister. She and I had talked many times in the time I’d known Harry, so it wasn’t an all out lie; we were friends. After many long conversations together, Anne and my parents gave us the green light. One week after summer vacation started I would be flying to England and staying with Harry and his family in Holmes Chapel, Cheshire.

Two nights before I was set to fly out Harry and I decided to have a video chat, which basically consisted of him watching me pack my suitcase. “How are you going to fit all of that into that tiny bag,” he asked eyeing the large pile of clothes on my bed; which was about three times the size of the bag my parents had provided.

“Oh I will get them in there,” I replied confidently, “no man left behind.” I had read up on travelling and discovered the way to do it was to fold the clothes, then roll them up. Makes everything super tiny and you can pack twice the amount you normally can.

“Right, I bet you bring all that stuff and only wear half of it. You only wear like, three different outfits when you make videos. I honestly didn’t think you had that much clothes,” he joked.

I mock glared at him, “those are just my nice, ‘people are gonna see me’ clothes, I don’t care what I wear around you, so these are my comfortable clothes. Ya know, what I wear to school and other places I don’t care about my appearance.”

“Mmhmm,” he cleared his throat, “you can wear pajama’s the entire time as far as I’m concerned.”

“There is only one thing I demand we do while I’m there,” I said as I went to sit at my computer, suddenly being very serious.

“Uh…okay, what’s that then,” he looked a bit confused at my expression.

I tried to maintain my demeanor for a moment which caused Harry to look nervous and start to fidget. “You have to sing a song with me, for my channel,” I answered, letting a smile spread across my face.

“Is that all? Did you have to get so weird about it you had me nervous.”

“What did you think I wanted Styles,” I wagged my eyebrow playfully and laughed when his cheeks turned red.

“I had no idea, but you were so serious!” He shook his hair out as I finally composed myself, “so what do you want to sing?”

“No idea, we can do Beatles; I can make a duet out of something. We’ll figure it out,” I sighed, looking back at my bed; the pile of clothes seeming to grow by the minute. “I should go and finish packing.”

“Probably a good idea,” he agreed. “Only two more day’s.”

“Two day’s and my face is gonna see your face in ENGLAND,” I exclaimed, getting a laugh from him this time.

“Good luck packing you loon.”

“Thanks jerk. I’ll text you before I take off Friday, ‘kay?”

“Alright, see you Friday,” he replied with a smirk.

“Oh my God, yes you will. Bye,” I said with a wave before disconnecting.

A/N through out this story our main character will "sing" various songs from various artists. For the state of this fiction those songs will be her own unless stated she's singing them as a cover. I may post some of the songs in videos to go along with the chapters/help out with the mood.