Chapter 14: Chapter 14: I'll Keep Your Time. Don't Faulter
NASH'S POV:
As always nothing goes to plan. Waiting for Creed and Jett to return, Rigby's good mood begins to dissipate. Listening to him grumble about them being late, is a complete ball ache and when Jett returns alone, I feel a bone deep need to escape. Offering to fetch everyone a coffee, I'm out of there as quick as my feet will carry me.
Pulling out my headphones, I decide to listen to some music as I walk. I consider texting the girl I'm seeing but I can't really be bothered. I've never really been one for relationships and she's definitely the girlfriend sort of girl. In other words, she's someone else's sort of girl.
The coffee shop is only across the road, but I dawdle as much as possible, hoping that Rigby will have got his sh*t together by the time I get back. I take a few extra minutes in the coffee shop, enjoying the attention I get from the barista.
I glance up every few seconds from my phone as I wait for the lights to change on my way back. But when they change and I begin to cross the street, my eyes are glued to my phone and I almost completely miss her.
I almost drop the coffees when I first see her climb out of the car.
First all I see is a black high heeled shoe and a slender leg that leaves my body reacting to the mere idea of what the rest of her looks like.
The woman who climbs out can't be any older than I am. She's in her early twenties.
Her hair is that rose gold colour that all the girls seem to like right now. She's wearing all black; black shorts, black low cut top, black jacket.
She's totally f*ckable.
I watch as she confidently walks away from the car and right into the record label building. It's then that I notice Jasper. I want to ask him who she is but I'm not one for admitting an interest.
Following after her, I try not to focus too much on how amazing her arse looks in her shorts. She lets herself into one of the practice rooms and yet again I find myself wondering who she is. She's not signed with the label that I know of.
She might be new, I suppose.
Shaking my head, I tell myself to forget about her. The guys will be waiting and the coffees that I'm carrying will end up cold if I stay here for much longer.
I can't quite bring myself to walk away though. Instead, I follow after her. Staying in the shadows, I watch as she settles behind the keyboard. She begins playing and I'm surrounded by music. I can't take my eyes off her. She's beautiful. Her shades have been removed and I can finally see her eyes. They're a shocking green, completely enticing. As she plays, she hums to herself and I wonder if I'll be able to hear her sing.
Just as she opens her mouth, I hear Ziggy calling my name. Glancing down the corridor, I can see him watching me, a bemused expression on his face.
Looking back at the girl, I'm relieved she hasn't heard him. I nod to him, a silent acknowledgment. I want to hear her first, then I'll walk away.
"Don't ever stop."
I almost crumple against the wall at the sound of her voice. I can't describe what it is that I like about it exactly, except that I feel like she's singing exclusively for me.
"Don't ever leave. Don't faulter."
I tell myself that I must walk away, that I can't stay here watching her, but my feet don't move.
"The notes are weak. The rhythm uneasy. Please, don't faulter. Don't ever stop."
Although I could stand listening to her for as long as she would play, I force my feet off the ground and begin to walk away.
"I'll count the beats. Don't ever leave."
I stop. Her voice is gentle, sweet, so quiet, I almost miss it but in a completely ridiculous way it feels like she is telling me to stay. I have to remind myself that she doesn't even know that I am here.
"I'll keep your time. Don't faulter."
Entering the studio next door, I almost laugh out loud at the sight of my friends lounging about. There's something magical happening in the next room and they're completely oblivious. I consider telling them, but I'd like to keep the pretty nameless girl next door a secret for as long as I can. She's far too pretty to share.
"Still no Creed?" I ask.
"He got roped into helping his mum," Jett explains.
"What should we do then?" There's nothing I hate more than wasting time and it feels like all we've done today is waste flipping time. The only consolation is sitting in the room next door but I'm a bit scared that she might leave before I even get her name.
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