Summary: In which, you, the reader, an award winning singer-songwriter, write songs about the progression of your relationship.
pairing: harrison osterfield x english! singer! reader
things begin again on a wednesday in a cafe
authors note: i just wanted to thank you guys for the love and support you have shown this mini series thus far. i am so excited to get back into the writing game and share my ideas. your notes really make it worth so thank you from the bottom of my heart.
You pull my chair out and help me in
And you don’t know how nice that is, but I do
And you throw your head back laughing like a little kid
I think it’s strange that you think I’m funny ‘cause he never did
I’ve been spending the last eight months thinking all love ever does
Is break and burn and end
But on a Wednesday in a café I watched it begin again
Your nerves were off the charts when you smoothed down the outfit you were wearing. It was a simple romper. You smiled at yourself in the mirror and looked down at the booties you had gotten from your friend on your birthday. You thought back to when you were dating your ex, he didn’t like it when you wore any other type of heel except for kitten heels. You knew Harrison wouldn’t mind, but you couldn’t help but think of all your past relationships, of all the breakups that would inevitably come months later. With one final look and sigh, you exited your condo and locked it behind you. The brisk, warm London air struck you. Slipping your earbuds in, you started a song. It brought you back to when your ex would complain about the particular song. Telling you he didn’t get it and forcing you to change it.
You didn’t know why thoughts of your ex riddled your mind. You blamed the nerves, even though you knew Harrison wasn’t like your past exes. You couldn’t help but think the worst of a possible relationship. You didn’t know what to expect as you walked towards your car parked by the curb. You were expecting him to be late, to keep you waiting before making up some excuse on the spot that you would believe because you liked him that much. You weren’t expecting him to be sitting in a chair by the window, looking down at his phone with a smile on his face. He looked up from his phone as he heard you come and his smile turned wider. He motioned for you to come closer and helped you in the chair as soon as you walked over to him. You couldn’t help but blush and think of how nice it was, you offered him a thank you before looking at him.