THE LOW, A JACK HARLOW FIC.   

CHAPTER FOUR.

BEGIN.

Walking anywhere as a celebrity is hard. Paparazzi is always lurking, stalking and following. That's why Jack was seated in a low lit room, the piano danced on the players fingers and he took a deep breath in.

It was his place of relaxation. No fans stopping him from existing. He felt free, and he didn't admit to anyone but Druski and Nas that he came to the spot. It was his spot. The blue lights were hypnotic as a few high notes played back and forth. Like a conversation.

Before he knew it the player bounced off the piano with a wide grin and applause broke out wildly. He joined the random clatter and showed the player some love. Skinny dude, looked like he hadn't slept in days. His hands could've been bruised but he didn't know, it was too dark to tell.

He had respect for someone who devoted themselves to music so heavily.

"Next up we have Solána—" the guy stopped to a rasped low voice telling him something, "actually it's just Sol. Give it up!" He queued as people started clapping for her to start.

Jack rested his hand across his thigh. He was wearing slacks and a grey sweater that rolled up to his neck. Forcing you to pay attention to his clean shaven face and lips. He took a deep breath as the spotlight shone down on the girl.

Hair swaying as she plugged the guitar. Her fingers brushing the pic as she balanced her teeth against her bottom lip. She didn't look nervous, she looked in the moment. Jack tensed. What was she doing here? Was she following him? Of course she wasn't.

Jack took a deep breath in, he knew he wasn't going to hide from her or walk away. He was way to interested in seeing her play. She gently strung the guitar and began lowly singing a note.

"You say you into me..
How can that really be ?
you always ridin' so-lo in that V.I.P
still I act like nothing matters, in the backseat
Cuz when I get control—
I wanna see you fold
Drop everything when my phone ring—I know
shit is getting old

Left stroke, right stroke 
And I keep going like I'm van gough
Say my name when you see her
cuz she outa know
All these red flags
I'll pretend they green
Then I'm crying again
Just like I'm six teen

Yeah, I don't want you to fuck her
The way you fucking me
Oh I guarantee, I'll run into your arms
Just don't let me be
I don't wanna...
Don't wanna be a-
Another midnight distraction
Ouuoh and I

Swear I'm not a hater
But every time you leave I hate her
Go into overtime cuz you a player
And I don't wanna be
Another midnight distraction
Even tho you can't love me
You still got all my satisfaction
Ooooouoh you say

You're into me.."

She ended the song and looks deeply into Jacks eyes. She flinched for a minute. Pure shock spilled over her face as people cheered for her. What the hell was he doing here? He was never hear before?

Before she could run or turn away she saw his hands press together in a slow applause. Heat ran to her face and she collected her guitar and ran to the back. She listened as the guy announced someone new entering on the stage. Why was Jack here? He saw the whole thing. The whole performance.

She swallowed a deep breath, blinking a few times before shaking her head. He'd heard her music before. Mostly everyone had. But this was different she didn't write this song for fans or media. She wrote it for herself. More specifically; she wrote it for him.

She panicked. He was never supposed to hear it. Never. She sucked her teeth, standing up quickly before bumping into a wall of some sort. She looked up at Jack, he was fighting a smile as the side of his jaw moved uneasily. Was he mad?

Before she could question it his hands were at the sides of her. He looked good. Really good, his wool sweater was clean and his face almost was. New growth of stubble threatened to peak from his tight jaw. He smelled like a strong cologne she wanted to drown in. It wasn't the same from last night and it was making her go wild. She snapped out of it.

He's a user, he probably followed you to get in your pants. You hate him. He licked his lips. Ok you don't hate him. "That was good." He finally said, his brown eyes were looking down at the floor. She was grateful, if she had to look at him she might forget that he was her enemy.

He stared down as the girl nodded. She looked so shy. He had never seen her like that but he took note that he was the cause of it and almost smirked. Nope she's got an attitude problem. He laughed at the voice in his head, maybe I can fix it.

She noticed this and looked up, "what's funny?" She questioned. Ok this is it, he's going to say something dumb and I'll have to throw another dart at his picture on the wall. She was very dedicated to making him the enemy. He didn't have as much "dedication" but he did know how to remember his rules, except for now.

"You don't usually have songs like that." She threw her eyebrows together.

"Like what?" She said defensive and he laughed.

"I don't know like you mean it?" He asked.

Was that a compliment? It made no sense coming from him either way, "well I did..." that's the only way she could respond.

"So you come here often?" He said it genuinely. She nodded. "How often?" He pried. She answered because she wanted to know the same.

"Whenever I can really.", "What about you?" He nodded, saying same, not really giving her much. Jack didn't know how he felt about her being there in the first place. If he would've known he wouldn't have entered or he would've held it against her. But now that she's in front of him and performed he didn't know how to feel.

"Sometimes I came here when I get a break or when I write something new."

"When did you write that song?" Her hands started to sweat and a small heat rose to her cheeks.

"After I met you." She blurted out and his eyes widened and then went back to normal.

"So I'm like your inspiration?" He joked and she rolled her eyes. But he knew how she really felt about him from that song. Only it was barely about him. More about her ex. And the way he reminded her of him.

"Yeah as if..."

"Well I liked it a lot Sol." He heart was racing, nobody called her that. Except for the announcer guy but it didn't even come close to comparing the way Jack said it.

"Thanks Jack... I'm sorry about the social media thing." She apologized as his face hardened. Jack wasn't really over that. He remembered all the things she's said about him and took a deep breath trying to forget his ex.

"Not a problem." Only it was. He was back to being salty about her. She didn't know how to feel about him. She opened her mouth to say something and then stopped.

She glanced at his lips and he glanced at hers until the roaring sounded of clapping broke out again. Jack sighed feeling like the moment was over. She was frowning and she mumbled, "bye" before walking away.

Number two on the hate list: Jack Harlow.
Number one: Myself.

an; being an author just means you write all these chapters because you can wait for the end 😭😭

I'm so excited for Jolána or whatever 🙄 I swear they enemies to lovers like no kiss 😒

Im on the road so I'm gonna pre-write tf out of this, VOTE !