"That's what I wanted to talk to you about" he answered, we had just pulled into his driveway so he took out his car keys and got out of the car. I stared at him strangely as he jogged over to my side and opened the door. Harry held out his hand for me to take, I used him as balance as I slipped out of the tall car and followed him inside, not that I had a choice with his large hand still firmly occupying mine.
Harry walked me all the way to his bedroom and sat me on the small sofa in the corner of his room, there were papers scattered across it and his little brown journal in thee center of the mess. When I looked back up Harry was taking a seat across from me with a guitar in his hand. "I know the only what you believe in what i feel is when I share it with you this way" he spoke quietl
