(Harry's POV.)
"Um, hi. I'm Jordyn Smith. Is everyone having fun?" She asks.
Jordyn Smith. What a beautiful name. It's almost as beautiful as she is. Her hairs blonde with natural dark brown roots escaping her head. She's dressed in black jeans with tears up her short legs, a yellow shirt with my logo, Treat People With Kindness painted across it, and white converse. Her hairs curled loosely and her makeup is light.
She also smells amazing. I'm glad I hugged her so I could inhale the sweet smell of her. It's as if she sprayed herself with a mixture vanilla and summer.
Is it considered strange to want to smell another?
Her soft but shaky voice jerks me back to reality. "Good." She laughs nervously.
Oh love, don't be nervous.
"Um, I wrote this song for, Harry and it's about... well it's pretty self explanatory, so I'll hurry up and just shut up so we can go back to hearing this cupcake sing."
Did she just call me a cupcake?
I catch her eyes go wide before she drops her forehead on the microphone, hiding her face in embarrassment. Her body shakes with laughter and it must have been contagious because the rest of the crowd joins in on cue.
I chuckle harder than every person in here put together.
When she lifts her head up again, she makes it her mission to keep her eyes off of mine and on the crowd. I notice a pink tent rise up in her cheeks.
Alright, that's just flat out adorable.
"Oh my god. Sorry." She giggles. "Um, anyway... this songs for, Harry."
(Link to Harry's Song below!!)
https://youtu.be/kvfssUFncRg
She finished before taking one last deep breath and begins to sing. All traces of humor in her voice vanishes as raw emotion consumes her.
As she shares the first lyric with every person in this room, she looks at me. The second she does so, everyone else fades away and it's simply her and I that are left.
I concentrate on every word she sings throughout the entire song.
It's not some shallow love song, it's so much more. The song explains how she was left with no support and no understanding from anyone. And she explained that I was there for her somehow. She said 'they threw her away but I was there to pick her up'... She said that I gave her something to hold onto. She said that I saved her life.
I saved her life?
This is why it's so important to me to make sure all my fans feel welcome. To make sure they all feel supported. I may not be able to be there physically for them, but that's where music comes in. And shows, and everything else that follows.
Treating people with kindness and choosing love does make a difference.
I can't believe I've had the honor of helping this beautiful woman through a dark time. But I can't help but wonder if she's still in that dark time. Is she still trapped in the situation of never being understood and not being supported by the people she loves.
Is she still trapped?
I can clearly hear the pain in her voice. Who would ever hurt her? She seems so kind, so loving. She's also fragile, yet so strong all at once.
I have to know her story. I have to know everything about her. I have to know if she's getting mistreated still. And if so, I'll do everything in my power to make sure that doesn't happen any longer. No matter what it takes.
How do you care so much about another person after only meeting them five minutes ago? Not that it's a bad thing, it's just a rare and intense thing.
After she sings the last lyric, she breaks her eyes from mine. The crowds cheering sinks in and she thanks them and starts to make her way back to her seat.
Um, no. You can't just nonchalantly walk away after that!
Especially without a goodbye.
I run after her and gently grab her arm before she can escape down the stairs. "Wait!" I chuckle at my desperation.
She faces me. "Sorry. Am I supposed to go the other way?" She asks confused.
"No. No you were going the right direction." I laugh. "But, what I was gonna tell you is that... you were amazing! Seriously, that was unreal. Can you come backstage after the show? I would like to talk to you."
Her eyes nearly bulge out of her head at my words.
"Seriously?" She asks in disbelieving laughter.
"Yeah!" I assure her with my most charming smile.
She runs her hand through her hair. "Um, okay."
"What was that?" I heard her the first time, but this way I get an excuse to lean in closer to her so she can whisper in my ear.
Well not really whisper because it is quit loud up here, but she can still speak in my ear so that's close enough.
She brings her lips to my ear and says she'll see me after the show.
The feeling of her warm breath on my ear excites me, probably more than it should. I don't know... there's just something about her, I guess.
Wow. That wasn't cheesy at all.
I give her a thumbs up and return to the spotlight.
The shows coming to a close, but before I sing the last song, I go to the security guard closest to Jordyn and ask him to lead her to a room backstage after the shows finished.
I've never been so excited for a show to be over before.
Is that selfish? Probably.
I just can't wait any longer to get to know her. I have to be alone with her and find out if my instincts are correct and she's as lovely as she seems.
The second I get off stage I rush to my dressing room and use the toilet.
Even though I spit out a good amount of water during the shows, I still have to drink a lot to keep my throat nice and soothed.
I freshen up in a hurry, throwing some deodorant and cologne on before I make my way to her. Itching to get to her ASAP.
A couple minutes later, I spot her standing awkwardly alone. I can tell she's uncomfortable by the way she's playing with her hair bow on her small wrist and pacing back and forth.
"Hello?"
Her head shoots up to my face, heat rising in her cheeks as soon as she meets my eyes.
"Um, follow me. It's a bit quieter back here." She follows shortly behind as I lead us down a hallway and turn a corner into a empty room. I step to the side, letting her in first. "Would you like the door opened or closed?" I gently ask.
"Um, you can close it. It's fine."
I can tell she's trying to sound confident, but her nerves betray her. She stands awkwardly in the unfamiliar room and begins to fidget with the ring on her index finger.
I close the door and take a seat on the small couch before us. "You can have a seat if you'd like?" I offer. "I don't bite." I promise with a innocent wink, trying to lighten the mood.
She sits down, leaving a good distance between us.
I happily scoot closer to her.
"So... what did you want to talk to me about?" She breaks the silence.
"Well I have a few questions."
"Alright..."
"So, have you been writing songs long?"
"Since first grade. But I didn't really put my whole heart into it until I was about twelve."
"Wow. Could I hear one of your songs? Well, another one of them?" I ask eagerly.
"Like... right now?"
"Yes. Why not?"
"Um... okay." She thinks for a second and then sings.
This naked house was never my home
Trapped in my vulnerable cell
I guess you'd call it myself
The song is amazing. It makes a thousand more questions flood my mind.
She pauses and I assume the songs over. "That was incredible!" She jumps a little at my enthusiasm.
"Thanks." She laughs under her breath.
She doesn't believe me, does she?
"No, seriously! You're fucking talented! Give yourself some credit. People need to hear your songs!"
"Well... I want them to someday, but-
"But what?" I rudely interrupt.
"But... I don't know. No one really knows I exist." She looks down.
"After tonight they do."
"I guess so." She shrugs.
"Can I ask you a personal question? And you don't have to answer anything you're uncomfortable with." I add.
"Okay." She agrees softly.
"I can't help but notice a theme in the songs you've shared with me tonight. Is as if you're-
"Trapped." She cuts me off. When her eyes meet mine, they're on the edge of tears. "I feel like I'm trapped in this role my family's trying to force me to play... and I'm just not right for the part. Not anymore. And they won't accept that, they won't accept me. They hate what I love. Everything I love. The music I listen to, what I choose to support, what I choose not to. I just... I don't know how much longer I can take of this." A few tears escape her eyes and stream down her face.
Fuck. Please don't cry, love.
I wipe away her tears with my thumbs and ask her gently to look at me. After a moment, she finally does. "I am so sorry they don't appreciate you for who you are. I can understand how that feels to a certain extent, but when your own family-
I sigh, trying to imagine how hard that must be to deal with all the time. "I-is there anything I can do?"
"Harry. You've already done more for me then you'll ever understand." She spoke genuinely.
Before I can speak, I get distracted by a knock on the door.
"Come in." I welcome, knowing it's probably important.
"We leave in five." My manager reminds me.
"Alright. Thank you." She nods her head and closes the door behind her.
I think for a moment, pulling lightly on my bottom lip with my thumb and index finger.
"What are you doing tonight? And tomorrow?" I ask, nervously.
Don't ask me what I'm doing, because I have no clue. What I do know, is that Jordyn made her way into my life without warning and I'm not letting her get out of it anytime soon. Maybe ever.
"Nothing... why?"
"Great! Then you're spending the day with me. We have so much to talk about." I excitedly demand.
"What? I-I thought you have a show tomorrow."
"I do. And I would like you to sing with me."
"What?!" She shoots up off the couch. "No. Harry, I can't."
"Yes you can! People need to hear your songs."
"Not like that! That would be me using you for your fame!" It amuses me how her southern accent thickness when she yells. "I not gonna do that-
"No! It won't be like that." I assure her rubbing her arm softly. "I would be something like... you opening up for me, then we could sing together as well. And if you don't like it, I promise I'll bring you back home. Wherever that is. You live around here, right?"
"Yeah, about an hour away."
"Alright. Well, just come with me one day and if you hate it, I swear I won't take it personally. But I would really like to get to know you. Please, just think about?" I beg.
"How long do I have to think about it?" She asks.
Not long.
I look at my watch. "Ah... about... three minutes. Is that enough time?"
"No!" She has the cutest I can't believe you look on her face. I can't help but chuckle at her.
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