Sneaking Hart In

(Jordyn's POV)

"Seriously Hart, you can't actually want me to sing at your show." I protest with confident doubt.

"That's exactly what I want." His voice, along with his eyes are genuine.

"But... of all people, w-why me?" I question with honesty.

"Because, there's something about your voice, your story… you. You're real. I can't explain it. I just-I don't know. Just give me a chance. Please?" He's getting closer to me by the second.

I can't make any cautious decisions with him this close.

Maybe he knows that.

"I... I..." I need to be alone so I can think clearly without his charm staring back at me. "I need to pee. Where is the bathroom?"

His eyes got a little wide as he points. "Two doors down, on your left."

"Thanks." I'll practically run out of there. "Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God. What the fuck is happening?" I ask myself as I shut the bathroom door a little too hard on accident. "Wh-what the hell is going on?" I ask my reflection in the mirror before me as if she has a clue. I have about one minute to make my mind up.

Okay, let's look at the pros and cons.

Pros: I'll get to know Hart personally. I'll get to sing with him. I'll get out of Pickens for a night. My life might change for the better. I could finally live.

Cons: If my family ever found out they would literally kill me. I might find out Hart's not exactly single, therefore crushing my idiotic dreams-that are just under the surface-that we could ever be something. I could make a fool out of myself in some way or should I say many ways. I might fall for him and get my heart broken. I could die.

"What am I gonna do?" I mumble under my breath, pushing my hands through my hair in stress. I go ahead and pee while I'm in here and then wash my hands. Throwing a bit of water on my face before I head back out and meet a worried looking Hart staring back at me.

"Um..." I clear my throat awkwardly.

What the hell.

"I'm gonna need my song book." I spit out.

"Is that a 'yes?'" He's suddenly beaming with contagious excitement.

"If we can get my song book and if we even have time to-

"We'll make time!" Before I realize what's going on, I'm being lifted up by Hart's hug and spun around. "Give me one minute, love? I'll be right back. Just stay there." Setting me back on my feet he then rushes out of the room, leaving my head spinning. I knock my foot into the table in the process of falling to the couch, my loss of balance weighing out the effort I put into staying on my two left feet.

My stomach turns even when the dizziness fades. A couple minutes later he greets me with a wide smile. "Alright, we're all set." He rubs his hands together as if he's working out some evil plan.

"And you're sure you're sure about all this?"

"Positive. Now, where'd you park?" He gestures his hand outside of the opened door.

We walk down the polished concrete floors to the back door. I freeze in my tracks as a problem comes to mind. "Wait!" I say eagerly. "You can't just walk out there. You'll get trampled."

He sighs sadly, his eyes falling to the floor. "Right."

"Okay, don't listen to a word I'm about to say after I've stepped out this door. And... be ready to run." I warn giving his shoulder a squeeze. Leaving him in a state of confusion, I step outside into the parking lot of lingering fans. I glance over my shoulder to see Hart's sight peeking out of the door just enough to watch me. Rolling my eyes in disgusting annoyance at the words that have yet to bounce off my tongue, I begin to walk to the small crowd of mostly girls. And just for the sake of drama, I take off in a sprint straight towards them.

"Oh my god! I just saw Hart Sloan over there!" I point to the opposite direction of where he waits, exclaiming my words in the most preppy, high pitched voice I can manage. "If we hurry we can catch him-

And before I've even finished telling my lie, every person in the entire lot is following in the path that I've led them down.

Giving them a few seconds to get properly ahead, I turn to Hart and motion him to follow me on the road less traveled. We take off running to my car. Hart runs ahead of myself, only to realize he doesn't know where he's going. Laughing at himself, he lets me lead the rest of the way.

I struggle to get my key in the car door with the adrenaline causing my hands to shake.

"Any day now," Hart sings softly.

Glaring at him with no trace of humor, I aim for my target once more and at last succeed.

We jump-literally-in my black Jeep and I hastily start the engine. Between my insane driving and the fact that Hart's got his head dunked down to shield himself from the busy streets, we could've been mistaken for bank robbers.

I glance in my rearview mirror. "I think the cost is clear." I half tease.

"So another success for the angels then?" He jokes with a stupid smirk I catch out of the corner of my eye.

"Are you suppose to be Bosley or Charlie?"

"What? Is Cameron Diaz not for grabs?" He asks seriously.

I giggle at him, pushing a chuckle out of him as well. "I thought you would've aimed for James Bond."

"Oh, come on!" He huffs with humor. "You can't say his name like that! That's just flat out disrespectful!" Giving me a ridiculous glare with the lift of his eyebrows, I give in and tell him what he wants to hear.

"Fine," my eyes roll dramatically. "Bond, James Bond."

"Thank you! Now, was that so hard?" My heart drops when he places his hand on my shoulder in a playful shake before he changes the subject. "Where are you from, Jordyn?"

The effect he has in me when he speaks my name may never die down.

"Pickens, South Carolina." I answer with dread in my tone.

"What's it like there?" Wonder consumes him as he explodes with a flood of questions.

"Hm... let's see. It's like reliving the same week over and over again. The same painfully boring week." I answer firstly.

"That bad, huh?"

"It's worse." I let out a small laugh before I explain why. "My entire life literally everyone I know has tried to control my every breath. I'm the pastors grandkid, so everyone just expects me to be perfect. That means going to church every Sunday morning and night, then go every Wednesday night and go for revivals and any other church service in the county or state and or nearby state. It's literally hell on earth. Not to mention my parents want me to marry a 'good Christian man' who wants me at home all day cleaning and to have dinner ready when he gets home. And God for bid I want more. Like a singing career." I add with sarcasm. "But my family thinks if I sing about anything but Jesus then it's straight from hell. And I'm not even being sarcastic." I clarify.

"Are you serious?" He stares at me with wide eyes.

"I had to crawl out of my window to sneak out of my house to come tonight."

"Wow. You must really love me." He smirks proudly.

"Oh Hart, we just met. Don't go throwing around the 'L' word." I tease, grinning at the chuckle I caused him. "Okay, my turn to ask a question." He nods in agreement. "How do you deal with people just saying anything they want to you or about you just because you're... you know? I mean, they treat you like you're not a real person." I sigh in disgust and aggravation.

"Yeah, it can be tough sometimes, but I just have to remember all the good things about this. Like, I got to meet you." He comments sweetly.

I laugh nervously. "Smooth." I roll my eyes at the fact he could say anything and it would make me blush.

"So... how are you gonna sneak me in without your parents noticing?" Nonchalantly, he slides the question into our conversation.

"You?"

"Did I stutter?" He flatly asks.

"Why do you think you're coming in?" My voice is getting higher by the second.

I hate it when I sound like this.

"Well, I was going to help you pack." Hart explains plainly.

"Pack? I think I can grab a change of clothes by myself, thank you."

"You're gonna need more than a change of clothes, love." He lets out a small chuckle at me.

I could listen to him laugh forever and never get tired of the sound.

"I thought you said it was just gonna be for one night?" I'm confused at his actions for the thousandth time tonight.

"Yes, only if you don't enjoy it. But I'm pretty certain you will."

Confidence must be his strong suit.

Must be nice.

"Even if I do... how long do you plan on me staying?"

"As long as I'm on tour." Hart answers with a calm voice, as if the sentence he just spoke was completely normal to say or hear, for that matter.

If I had a drink in my mouth, I would be spitting it all over Hart right about now.

"What?! You're insane!" I make up my mind. "You're on tour for how much longer... two-three months?! I-that's-you're-why?" I drag out the question through an aggravating stutter. Well, it was aggravating to me, it seemed to be more amusing for him.

"Because, you're not like most people I've met. You don't just want to... take from me." His shoulders shrug. "You showed me that's not who you are when you explained to me that you would rather sing your song to me alone instead of on stage in front of all those people. You just simply wanted to share something of yours with me and I am honored you did, truly. You have no idea what that means to me. What y-

He stops himself and clears his throat before he continues.

"Listen... in the songs you sang to me, I can hear you begging for an escape. For freedom to be who you are and not who they want you to be. Please let me give you that, Jordyn. I think a little time away will be good for you."

"You're right... about all of it. But... what happens when I come back? They'll hate me for singing 'worldly' music with a 'worldly' pop star." I roll my eyes. If they even tried to look, they could see he's so much more than that. "Hart, they would disown me." If they haven't already. "I wouldn't have anywhere to go. I-

"I would help you with whatever you needed if it came to that." He interrupts with kindness. "Alright? Don't worry about that. Don't worry about them. If they don't love you for the person you are, then you don't need them anyway." He states. "And I know that won't mean it's going to be any easier when they don't love you the way you deserve to be loved but..." He takes a deep breath. "I just think-

"I'll go with you." I blurt out, surprising myself as much as him. "On tour. My family's gonna give me shit no matter what I do so... I might well enjoy myself, right?"

"You're positive this is what you want?" His face lights up.

"I need this. I'm positive." I turn to look at him quickly before I focus back on the road. My eyes fight to tear up but hold myself together.

"Yay!" He shakes me a bit.

"Hart! I'm trying to drive!" I giggle.

"Sorry! Sorry, love. I'm just excited! You're gonna love it! We have so much to discuss."

Hart rambles on for a while about what tour will be like. The schedule, the cites we'll preform in, etc. He pauses to ask me more questions about myself after about thirty minutes.

"Favorite show?" He asks.

"Easy. Friends." We both get equally excited as we discuss our favorite episodes to each other.

"Favorite movie?"

"Pitch Perfect."

"Favorite food?"

"Hot wings." I answer proudly. A smile tugs at my lips when a cheeky insult pops into my head. "Sorry, we're not all as healthy as you, Hart."

"Hey!" He whines in a laugh.

"It's a compliment!" I assure, throwing a hand up towards his side.

"Yeah, right." He grins as he gives his eyes a small roll.

For the rest of the ride we laugh as we get to know each other a little better. He talks about his family and how much he loves them. He tells about his mom and sister. And something tells me they love him just as much. I can't help but be envious of that fact. Don't misunderstand me, I'm not envious in a hateful way. It's the opposite. Seeing how much Hart adores his family and seeing how much support and love they've given and shown him, it makes my heart swell. Buts it's so bittersweet for me to witness.

However, I don't hear as much about his father. Not that what I do hear is bad or anything, he just doesn't seem to have as much to say when it comes to him. As I debate on asking him about why this is, we reach my driveway before I can come to a conclusion.

"Okay, we're almost here. Get ready to hold on." I half joke.

"Wait, why?" We begin the journey up my bumpy and I mean bumpy driveway. It really doesn't qualify as a driveway. It's just an old dirt road on a mountain. It's not that long but it seems that way when your heads jerked around from side to side. I can't tell you how many times I've hit my head on the window going up this thing.

I'd be surprised if I don't have brain damage.

"Fuck! You weren't joking!" Hart half chuckles, half yells. "Now I know why you have a Jeep. It seems it's quite necessary."

"Yeah. My driveways a little... fucked up." Some part of that made Harry smile ear to ear. "What?"

"I've never noticed how cute it sounds when someone with a southern accent says, 'fucked up.'" He mocks with an awful attempt at a southern accent.

"It sounds way hotter in your accent." I say with no trace of doubt in my voice.

"Fucked up?"

Please curse more often.

There's just something about the way he curses that makes me want to do very bad things to him.

"Yup. So sexy." Hopefully it's dark enough so he didn't catch my reaction to my own words.

"You think I'm sexy."

It wasn't a question that he spoke.

Duh. I think to myself.

Of course I do. But I'm not gonna let him know it. Not just yet.

"I think your accent is sexy." I correct.

"So, you don't think I'm attractive?" There's wonder, yet false unsureness in his statement.

I'm not looking at his face, but I don't have to see him to know he's smirking right now. "Why do you care? Huh?" I glance at him confidently with a lift of my brow.

"Wouldn't you want to know if I thought you were attractive?" A proud smirk is plastered on his lips.

Dammit, he's one smooth talker!

"Fine. You first." I wave my hand towards his direction.

"I think you're absolutely beautiful." He admits as we pull up to my dark house.

How do you breath again?

"I think you're sexy." I get out through a timid voice.

"I already knew that, darling." He can't help but brag.

I punched Hart in his shoulder. "Shut up!" I command.

We walk around my two story house to my bedroom window that's still wide opened. "We have to be quiet." I tell as I crawl through my window. A couple seconds after I'm in I hear Hart struggling.

He whispers, "Jesus Christ, Woman! How do you make it look so easy?!" I turn around and laugh my head off as quietly as I'm able to. I pull him the rest of the way in, making him stumble on me. We nearly fall to the floor before he somehow regains our balance.

He feels around. "Where your light switch?"

"Here." Without thinking, I take his large hand in mine and lead us to it so he doesn't fall or knock something over and wake up the whole house trying to do it himself. Before I can turn the switch on, he grabs my free hand in his.

"Wait." He pleads with desperation.

"Wha-

Before I can ask what he's doing, his lips stop me. His hands release mine and hold my face instead. He inches closer and closer to me until his body gently pushes mine against the wall.

It was the best kiss I've ever shared with someone. It was passionate, yet sweet. It was perfect. After a long moment, I unwillingly pulled away.

"I apologize. Was that too fast?" Worry tempts him.

"No! No. It's just um... my sisters in the next room and these walls are paper thine." I explain in a hushed whisper.

"Oh." He lets out a deep breath of relief. "Oh, okay. We should probably get to packing anyways."

I agree as I flip my light switch on.