Chapter41

#Chapter41

Harry peered around the space a bit nervous. His leg was bouncing at a quick rhythm while he sat perched on the edge of the balcony chair that was set on the platform just outside his room.His guitar was nestled between the armrest and his side for easy access as notes bounced around his mind to match lyrics. Harry leaned over the table again and scribbled into his notebook, matching a new line of words with the last. The sound of crashing waves he hoped would soothe him helped him none as he brought the butt of his pen to his mouth and chewed it. A line formed between his brows as he looked up and over the railing of the balcony towards the sea, a lining of fog hovering over the vast expanse of water. He was nervous and trying to distract himself and since he didn't have any equipment to box with and running in didn't sound appealing at six am today, so he decided to write.