My Hero

Carter Lynn’s POV:

I let the lyrics flow through my body, trying to block out the world. Block out the questions, block out the words. I was just starting to feel happy. I remember the time when I was happy. I was 11. My world was my piano and my voice. I poured my soul into the sheets of music. That ended when I turned 13 and was rejected by a record label. I haven’t sang since. I am too scared. I needed to feel whole again. I watched as Harry walked up to the car. He drove out of the parking lot. The song, A team by Ed Sheeran, came on the radio, and for the first time in 3 years, I sang. I felt the sensation again. The rush of pouring out my soul. I felt Harry glance at me, but I closed my eyes and focused on the song.

After that song was over, Harry looked at my with tears in his eyes and said, “That was beautiful.”

“When I was 11, I began to sing, and when I was 13, a record label rejected me,” I said, “That was my first time singing in 3 years.”

“You have to let Simon hear you!” He said.

“Harry, I don’t want to be rejected again.”

“How can he reject you?”

“Because, I am pregnant.”

“No! You are perfect!” With that he leaned down and kissed me lightly. Sending chills down my spine.