Finding Harmony Read Online Free
Author: Leona Norwell
Harmony, I’m sorry he didn’t come, he just wanted to stay in”.
I can’t help the disappointment creep over my face. Was Trey really not in the mood for a party or did he just not want to see me?
Freddy takes my hand and gives it a reassuring squeeze.
“He’s not been himself in a long time. I don’t know what’s gotten in to him”.
There are a million things I want to ask Freddy, like why was Trey not himself? Where had they been the past four years? Why did they never get in touch with me?
Freddy cups my face in his hands and looks intently into my eyes, as though he were looking into my soul and reading my thoughts.
“How about we do coffee tomorrow, I’ll tell you everything you need to know?”
“Yeah, I’d like that”.
He smiles at me earnestly and gives me a quick kiss on the cheek.
We sit out there for a while longer until I can’t wait any more and I have to ask him.
“Freddy, do you think I could…”
He interrupts me mid sentence as though he’s been waiting all night for me to ask him.
“Yeah, I think he’d like to see you. I know it’s all been a bit confusing but he has missed you, Harmony, every day”.
I get up and rub Freddy’s shoulder before making my way back inside the apartment and slipping out the front door as discreetly as I can.
I was pleased, if not a little pissed off to learn that Trey had missed me. If he’d missed me so much why couldn’t he pick up the phone and call me? I would’ve come running in an instant.
I make my way along the hall, straightening my dress and fiddling with my hair.
When I get there, I take a deep breath and knock loudly on the door. There’s a short delay but eventually the door opens.
Trey stands in the doorway looking a little surprised and a tad anxious. His short brown hair is a little messy; he’s got a black tight t-shirt on and the most hideous pair of blue sweat pants I’ve ever seen.
He’s absolutely beautiful.
Chapter Three
“Hi Trey. Do you mind if I come in for a little while?”
He looks at me closely, his eyes probing me and analyzing my every movement.
When he’s convinced it’s safe to let me in, he hesitantly steps aside and lets me pass through into the hallway.
His apartment is pretty similar to mine; only his is far messier. Clothes are strewn across the floor, empty pizza boxes and beer bottles clutter the large coffee table in the middle of the living room and the air is stale from cigarette smoke.
It was a typical bachelor pad, although I was sure this wasn’t Freddy’s mess.
As I made my way over to one of the leather sofas, I couldn’t help but look for signs of Miranda. Was she Trey’s steady girlfriend or just…sleeping with him? She certainly didn’t look like girlfriend material to me but then, she did seem awfully possessive of Trey. I suppose in due course I’d find out.
I sit down on the sofa and Trey moves over and takes a seat on the other one directly opposite me.
He was such a mess, so many different personalities all rolled in to one body, I wondered how he managed to contain them all. That night at the club he was fierce, dangerous, formidable and intimidating, then for the briefest of moments I would see the old Trey in him but right now he looked broken, weak, vulnerable, a mere shadow of his former self.
It was heart wrenching to watch but I had absolutely no sympathy for him if this fall from grace had occurred purely because the band had split up and the fame and media abandoned him. My sister had died, I’d been to hell and back, that was a real reason to turn my back on God, life, and everything…. not because you’re no longer on the front cover of magazines any more.
He leans back into the sofa and stares out the
I can’t help the disappointment creep over my face. Was Trey really not in the mood for a party or did he just not want to see me?
Freddy takes my hand and gives it a reassuring squeeze.
“He’s not been himself in a long time. I don’t know what’s gotten in to him”.
There are a million things I want to ask Freddy, like why was Trey not himself? Where had they been the past four years? Why did they never get in touch with me?
Freddy cups my face in his hands and looks intently into my eyes, as though he were looking into my soul and reading my thoughts.
“How about we do coffee tomorrow, I’ll tell you everything you need to know?”
“Yeah, I’d like that”.
He smiles at me earnestly and gives me a quick kiss on the cheek.
We sit out there for a while longer until I can’t wait any more and I have to ask him.
“Freddy, do you think I could…”
He interrupts me mid sentence as though he’s been waiting all night for me to ask him.
“Yeah, I think he’d like to see you. I know it’s all been a bit confusing but he has missed you, Harmony, every day”.
I get up and rub Freddy’s shoulder before making my way back inside the apartment and slipping out the front door as discreetly as I can.
I was pleased, if not a little pissed off to learn that Trey had missed me. If he’d missed me so much why couldn’t he pick up the phone and call me? I would’ve come running in an instant.
I make my way along the hall, straightening my dress and fiddling with my hair.
When I get there, I take a deep breath and knock loudly on the door. There’s a short delay but eventually the door opens.
Trey stands in the doorway looking a little surprised and a tad anxious. His short brown hair is a little messy; he’s got a black tight t-shirt on and the most hideous pair of blue sweat pants I’ve ever seen.
He’s absolutely beautiful.
Chapter Three
“Hi Trey. Do you mind if I come in for a little while?”
He looks at me closely, his eyes probing me and analyzing my every movement.
When he’s convinced it’s safe to let me in, he hesitantly steps aside and lets me pass through into the hallway.
His apartment is pretty similar to mine; only his is far messier. Clothes are strewn across the floor, empty pizza boxes and beer bottles clutter the large coffee table in the middle of the living room and the air is stale from cigarette smoke.
It was a typical bachelor pad, although I was sure this wasn’t Freddy’s mess.
As I made my way over to one of the leather sofas, I couldn’t help but look for signs of Miranda. Was she Trey’s steady girlfriend or just…sleeping with him? She certainly didn’t look like girlfriend material to me but then, she did seem awfully possessive of Trey. I suppose in due course I’d find out.
I sit down on the sofa and Trey moves over and takes a seat on the other one directly opposite me.
He was such a mess, so many different personalities all rolled in to one body, I wondered how he managed to contain them all. That night at the club he was fierce, dangerous, formidable and intimidating, then for the briefest of moments I would see the old Trey in him but right now he looked broken, weak, vulnerable, a mere shadow of his former self.
It was heart wrenching to watch but I had absolutely no sympathy for him if this fall from grace had occurred purely because the band had split up and the fame and media abandoned him. My sister had died, I’d been to hell and back, that was a real reason to turn my back on God, life, and everything…. not because you’re no longer on the front cover of magazines any more.
He leans back into the sofa and stares out the
Readers choose
Reba White Williams
Randy Wayne White
Michael J Sanford
Robert N. Macomber
authors_sort
Howard Blum
Rachel McNeely
George Myerson
Bobby Akart