*Savannah's P.O.V*
Harry wrapped his arms around me and placed two of my fingers down. I lightly strummed. He leaned in and whispered, "Now you just move these other fingers over here," I complied and strummed again. He stood up with a grin on his face. I lightly poked one of his dimples. He laughed. It sounded rich with deep tones and a hint of happiness.
"So, tell me a little about yourself," Harry leaned against the piano. I took a deep breath.
"Well, as you apparently know, I'm Savannah Rose Greene, I'm 18, about to turn 19, I'm in 12th grade, Riley's my best friend, my birthday is on April 16, I was born in Houston, Texas, I don't drink, smoke, or do drugs, I never want to get a tattoo because it'll be permanent, I don't go clubbing because I want to focus on my work, I hate it when people swear, I work at the coffee shop down the street, I volunteer at an animal shelter, I love all animals, I have a cat named Jasmine that I rescued from the ASPCA, and since a lot of people ask me this, I listen to One Direction, but I'm not in love with them; I just really like their music. That's pretty much it, unless you have a specific question." I said raising my eyebrows.
"Yeah. Are you single?" He teased. I rolled my eyes and poked his dimples again.
"Since you asked, yes, I am single, but I did have a boyfriend, and I don't want to talk about that now," I said.
"Now it's your turn. Tell me about yourself."

*Harry's P.O.V*
I didn't want to tell her yet that I was in One Direction. How was I supposed to work that into a conversation? Oh, by the way, I'm in a world-wide famous band whose music you like, but I'm one of the people you just said you didn't like. You know, I'm just your average person, so don't freak out.
Uh, I didn't think so.
"I'm Harold Edward Styles but you can call me Harry, I just turned 19, I'm not in school right now, my best mates are Zayn, Liam, Niall, and Louis, my birthday is on February 1, I was born in Cheshire, England, I don't do drugs or smoke, but I do go to clubs and drink sometimes, I'm with you on the swearing thing, I have, uh. . . some tattoos, I have an amazing job but I don't want to tell you about it yet, I LOVE cats, and I'm single," I said, praying she wouldn't ask about my job. She just nodded and started lightly tapping out a song on the piano. It sounded like one of our songs.
"Can you sing for me?" I asked her. Her reaction startled me. Her face turned slightly pale.
"You wouldn't want me to," she said quietly.
"Why not? When I heard you, you sounded great. Better than most girls, I must say," I said the last part with a wink.
"Look, it's a really long story, but if I tell you a part of it, it won't make sense. So I guess I have to tell you the whole thing." She sat down on the ground and ran her hand through her hair, taking a deep breath.

*Savannah's P.O.V*
"It all started in my freshman year of high school. I was known all over the school for being a great singer, but the person who used to be the greatest was really mad at me. Her name was Britney Stafford. She said I was just a wannabe." I paused, trying to fight back my tears, the awful memory still stuck in my head. Harry shifted closer and wrapped his arms around me.
"Then what, love?" He whispered, his deep accent chiming through my ear.
"Well, I was just walking down the hallway one day, and someone shoved me up against the lockers. She slapped me and said I had no talent. I asked her, 'Then how come everyone likes hearing me?' She said they were there out of pity. I felt so mad, I had to stop myself from hitting her. I told her she was just jealous, and she said I was a wannabe; nobody could be greater than her. I can still feel where she punched me before she let me go and told me to stop singing." I absentmindedly rubbed the still-sore spot near my wrist.
"I'm so sorry you had to go through that," he whispered, his eyes begging me to go on.
"So after that, I was still singing, but she'd whittled away a little of my confidence. One day, Riley and I were playing truth or dare with some idiots. It was my turn, and I said dare. He told me to sing, and I did. I thought I'd done pretty well, but when I looked at them, they were. . . laughing at me. One of them pulled me aside and said that was the most. . . pathetic and horrible thing they'd ever heard." Small tears were streaming down my face and Harry pulled me closer to him.
"I'm so sorry for everything they did, and I promise I won't let them hurt you again," he whispered as he played with my hair.
"But, you just met me, and we don't even really know each other. Plus, isn't that the kind of the thing you would say to your girlfriend, not to a person you just met? The whole 'I'll protect you thing?" I asked, sniffling.
"Well, I protect all my friends," he carried me to the piano. I wiped away my lingering tears and shakily placed my fingers on the keys.
"Now, will you PLEASE sing for me?" He begged. I smiled. He looked so desperate to hear me again. I tapped my finger to my chin, pretending to be deep in thought.
"Hmm… maybe. If you sing for me later," I said. Harry vigorously nodded. I sighed, and started playing Live While We're Young.

Hey girl I’m waiting on ya, I’m waiting on ya
Come on and let me sneak you out
And have a celebration, a celebration
The music up, the windows down

Yeah, we’ll be doing what we do
Just pretending that we’re cool and we know it too
Yeah, we’ll keep doing what we do
Just pretending that we’re cool, so tonight

Let’s go crazy, crazy, crazy ’til we see the sun
I know we only met but let’s pretend it’s love
And never, never, never stop for anyone
Tonight let’s get some and live while we’re young
Whoa oh oh oh oh oh oh oh and live while we’re young
Tonight let’s get some and live while we’re young

Hey girl it’s now or never, it’s now or never
Don't over think just let it go
And if we get together, yeah, get together
Don’t let the pictures leave your phone

Yeah, we’ll be doing what we do
Just pretending that we’re cool, so tonight

Let’s go crazy, crazy, crazy ’til we see the sun
I know we only met but let’s pretend it’s love
And never, never, never stop for anyone
Tonight let’s get some and live while we’re young
Whoa oh oh oh oh oh oh oh and live while we’re young
Tonight let’s get some and live while we’re young. . .

I got lost in the music as I sang. I forgot someone was sitting right next to me, watching me. My fingers flew across the piano, and Harry soon joined in. When we finished, I pushed back a lock of my hair and looked up at him.
"You know One Direction?" I asked him.