13. CH 12
I was miming the words to the song. I couldn't sing, Harry said i could but I get stage fright when singing.
Anyway I knew Harry loved singing, he always has. He was amazing! And I kept tellig him that.
After his bandw White Eskimo broke up, he wouldn't stop singing and I enjoyed that. I loved his voice. Suddenly I heard a voice, and it wasn't the song. was Harry's voice. His smooth, delicate, heart-warming voice.
I looked up at him and he looked down still singing and at the same time looking me in the eye and smirking. I felt a cold rush down my spine and bit my bottom lip.
The song had finally finished, and to be honest I was upset. I like hearing Harry's voice, alot. It makes me happy and tingly. A good tingly though.
We then approached my house. I got out of Harry's black Range Rover and so did he. He gave me a hand with the bags, again. After we had finished hauling all the bags into the house, Harry started to speak
"Don't forget! 8!" And he winked. I replied with
"I wouldn't miss it for the world" and he drove off.