Ever since Harris moved out of his parents' suffocating mansion, he'd never been happier, having time to himself and writing his music the way he wanted to. Maybe one day he'll manage their recording company, but right now he wanted to be the furthest away.

"Holy shit"

Harris muttered under his breath, guitar in his hand and his pick falling from his mouth the moment he set eyes on the woman across the street. He was pretty sure it was creepy if he keeps doing this, but he couldn't deny that he had been mesmerized by you since the first day he talked to you in the cafe and found out you moved into the apartment across the street with your 4 year old son.