Kissy |HS|

Ch. 15

HARRYS POV

"I finished the album."

I watched as my mum turned to me in her seat with a sweet smile planted on her face.

"You did? My sweet Harry I'm so proud of you!" She exclaimed, wrapping her arms around me. The thing I loved the most was her support through every step of my career. Some people push, but never my mother. Every time I was struggling, she would be the one to say, "Don't worry, you'll get it soon enough."

She was the heart and soul behind my effort, and I could never thank her enough.

"Want to give it a listen?"

Her face lit up, per usual, she could never contain excitement if her life depended on it.

"Are you taking me to the studio now? Is that where we're headed?"

I nodded and smiled, thrilled myself to have her listen to the album. I was proud of the outcome, proud of how open I could be through my music.

None of it could be done without my family, my beautiful fans, or even Luna.

I smiled at the thought of her. We'd spoken this morning but her voice still remained with me. The image of her smiling implanted into my mind, as if it were a purpose.

"Are any of your songs about her?"

I glanced at my mum, and pulled into a parking space."who?"

"Oh you know who," she exclaims.

"I mean, the whole album is about me and my endeavors, my personal relationships-"

"Harry, babe a simple yes would do."

I blushed, turning the key, and unbuckling my seat belt, as I put my attention on her.

"Yes mum, I've maybe put together one."

All she did was smile, and press a kiss to my forehead. "Lets go listen yeah?"

I nodded and exited the car with her. We made our way up to the studio where a few of the people that took part sat, setting everything up for audio.

My mum took a seat on the couch placed in the room as I checked equipment and sound.

I listed the songs, and started with fine line since it was the longest one. I watched as she sat back and listened intently to the lyrics.

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Time flew, but at the same time felt like it was taking forever. She had different emotions for every song. She cried, she smiled, she laughed, she scoffed if it was dirty. And now I have yet to see how she reacts to the last song.

The song I wrote with Luna in mind.

I turned it on, her being unaware that this was it.

My nerves were attacking every part of my body and I couldn't help but shake a little.

A moment into the song, her eyes widened a little and she looked at me.

"This ones for her?"

I nodded hesitantly, honestly quite astonished that she figured that out. But who am I kidding, she knows everything.

I watched as a sweet smile spread across her face, and she held her arms out.

"Harry it's beautiful, it really is. You've put a lot of this, into it." She said as she pointed toward my heart.

"Don't let your mind ruin that. For anything."

I smiled and wrapped my arms around her, a small sigh of relief escaping passed my lips.