After school I went into go visit Eric. I didn't want to miss a single day without visiting him. I felt guilty if I forget. Once I almost forgot and visited him for just ten minutes t'ill visiting hours were over, but we still did everything.
He did his homework and studies as usual, and I brought him some food that he missed, but of course the doctors had to check them. I could not wait for him to get out of this place.
I came inside the door and he was propped up in a lazy boy watching Grey's Anatomy. I never watched that show, but sometimes I would just sit with him and watch a couple of episodes with him.
I went over to give him some coffee that I got from Starbucks that the doctors checked and just let it pass because he only had five more days until he was out. He took a sip and rested his head at the back of the chair. I sat next to him and he smelled horrible.
"Did you take a shower?" He shook his head. I rolled my eyes and said, "Just because you're here, doesn't mean you have the right to be filthy."
He looked at me and said, "Can you come in with me?" I pushed his shoulder playfully and we laughed. He had sorrow in his eyes, but I didn't really pay attention to it.
"I'll be leaving. I have to go and do homework." "Right. I'll see you tomorrow." "As always."
I left the room and almost forgot, "Hey take that shower now." "Yes, mother." He smiled and got up. I went out the door and my cellphone rang.
"Hello?" "Hey babe. Are you with Eric?" "Just left. Why?" "Just wondering. You took longer then usual." "Nope. Today was actually shorter." "Time slows down when your not having fun I guess." I rolled my eyes and smiled. "I'll see you when I get there." "Alright. Love you babe." "Love you more."
When I entered the door, I was greeted with a hug from Gemma. Gemma and I have gotten pretty close since I moved in. She was really happy that I was Harry's new girlfriend and not just some other bitch that wants popularity.
"Hey! Harry has been bugging me so much on how he missed you! It's annoying as hell. I mean you two do see each other during school right?" "Yeah."
Harry was coming down the stairs and hugged me. He kissed me on the top of my head and said, "Hey." "Hey. So did you do your homework?" "No mother, but I'll get to it when my tutor comes. You know she's very beautiful and looks almost exactly like you."
I looked down at my shoes and then said, "I think I saw her walk in already." He lifted my head and kissed me and said, "Come on. I need a lot of help."
Gemma cleared her throat and said, "Get a room." and coughed again. We both looked at her and went upstairs.
After all our homework was done we got on the bed and started to talk about random things. "I miss hearing you sing." "Spence, I only do that for special purposes like promposals and things like that."
"I'm not special enough for that?" "No, I mean I really don't like the way I sing. It's a little scratchy and--" I kissed him and said, "I love your voice and that's what counts right now."
He rolled on top of me and said, "Well then, you're going to have to do something better then a kiss to get it out of me." I raised on of my eyebrows and said, "Fine. I was going to sing with you, but I guess not now." "No, I love to hear you sing."
"Oh, but I only do that for special purposes like promposals and things like that, and I my voice is a little scratchy." I mimicked his voice and he laughed and said, "Fine, there's a piano in the other room."
He got up and then turned around and picked me up and gave me a piggy back ride. I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed his neck. I rested my head on his shoulder and that reminded me of a song that my mother use to sing to me. We made it together when I was little. We called it, "Piano".
It's a childish song, but it meant the world to me when we made it.
He set me down on the bench and opened the piano. It was beautiful. It was made of pure ivory and it was a freakin' grand piano.
"It's beautiful isn't it." I looked at him and nodded. He continued and said, "No one plays it except me, but it's rare when I do. I sort of lost the touch for piano."
"You're in luck." I put my hands over the keys and started to play the song that my mother and I made.
I could write a song on my new piano
I could sing about how love is a losing battle
its' not hard x3
and I could sing about cupid and his shooting arrow
in the end, you'll find out that my heart was batter real hard
it's so hard, real hard, it's that hard
I lifted my hands and stared at the keys. I looked up at him and smiled. He was in awe. "What do you think?" "Did you write that?" "My mom and I did when I was little. We use to hang with each other all the time."
"Why aren't you two together now?" "She's always on trips with dad and I'm left to live on my own." 'With your sister?" I nodded.
I looked at him and he was devastated. "Don't feel bad for me. I got use to it." He kissed my forehead and said, "I like it that you're independent. That means you're strong." I looked at him and smiled. "Thank you. Now it's your turn. Don't think that you weren't getting away with it."
He smiled and said, "Yeah. How well can you sight read?" "Pretty well. What do you need me to sight read?" He took out a sheet of paper and set it on the stand.
"You remember that song that I sang for the promposal right?" "Yeah." "I fixed it up a little bit, and I want you to hear it." "I'd love to."
I looked over it and played it in my head. It was beautiful if it was the same key on the ivory keys. I put my hands over the keys and started to play.
your hand fits in mine like it's made just for me
but bear this in mind it was meant to be
and I'm joining up the dots with the freckles on your cheeks
and it all makes sense to me
I know you've never loved the crinkles by your eyes when you smile
you never loved your stomach or your thighs
the dimples in your back at the bottom of your spine
but I'll love them endlessly
I won't let these little things slip out of my mouth
but if I do
it's you they add up to
I'm in love with you
and all your little things
I lifted my hands and I was astonished. He looked over and he said, "I'd like to sing it with you now." I looked at him then back at the keys. I put my hands over it and continued.
You can't go to bed without a cup of tea
and maybe that's the reason why you talk in your sleep
and all those conversations are the secrets that I keep
those it makes no sense to me
I stopped and I knew that last one was about me. Ever since I was here Gemma and I looked up about having something warm to drink before you go to bed will let you have a goodnight's rest and that's what we did.
He wrote this song about me.