Two souls entirely different

But somehow

Have the same beating heart

The rhythm of endearment.

His fingers gently glide over the piano letting his movements surrender to the music the soft melodic sounds echoing through the chatty restaurant. Dressed in a black tuxedo he looks utterly heavenly with his curly hair combed and contained stylishly he looks to be a divine dream.

A poet he is but he has to make money somehow so taking a job as a talented pianist at one of Paris's largest and most expensive restaurant does pay well and it isn't too hard of a job all he has to do is sit peacefully and conjure up some beautiful ariose sound, perfect enough to create a harmony amongst the guests.

As he plays the piano his mind fills with ideas for more poems a ghost of a smile playing on his lips as excitement fills his nerves the thought of returning to the apartment in a few hours typewriter in-front of him and a full mind ready to blossom.

During his playing of the piano he looks outside and sees the beauty that nature has to behold, the trees growing tall with the bright green leaves on branches, the flowers and the animals each thing has a purpose and it interests him, the poet.

Every person in this room of extravagance is dressed in richness, from head to toe. Sparkles glistening under the chandelier, the sound of heels clicking even the rhythm of it sounds expensive, champagne glasses clutched in each persons hand with conversations arising.

He scoffs under his breath as his eyes land on an unfortunate waiter getting scolded at by a wealthy looking man for something he probably did by mistake, but the people in here love to torment and make their wealth known. Shaking his head he looks down at the piano and closes his eyes letting the melody drift his body from side to side.

Unknown to him he does not feel the heavy eyes that are looking at him, the blonde woman sat at the table with her fiancé watches Harry with dreamy eyes, absolutely captivated by each thing the handsome man does completely ignoring the words of her soon to be husband.

"Angelica are listening?" His annoyed voice inquires as he tries to catch his soon-to-be wife's attention but she seems to be under complete enchantment by the ethereal human sat at the piano on the stage. With irritation he turns his head and follows her gaze landing upon Harry whose eyes are closed in peace and finger excellently gliding over each key on the piano.

"Angelica." He snaps she finally breaks from the charm and looks to him with a gulp, he snarls at her with jealousy before calling over the manager of this restaurant.

Dressed in a complimenting black dress, hair curled to magnificence she sits on the golden like chair a glass of some highly expensive champagne in her hand, the nails of her fingers freshly painted and looking beautiful. Across from her is her Mother, someone who she thinks is her mother's friend and some unknown boy brown haired and brown eyed.

Athena takes a small sip from her sparkling drink and sighs sitting back in her chair dark brown eyes looking over each person in this room, all in conversation. Her mother too busy to even acknowledge her.

"It is lovely to finally meet you Athena." The strange woman speaks smiling gently at her.

"You to, though mother has never mentioned you before so I don't know who you are." Athena does not want to seem rude she so hopes that she didn't come of as rude. The brown haired girl has spoken to her mother over the phone two minute chats the longest one being five minutes but never has she mentioned a friend or anyone.

"Athena Lily Adair don't be so rude." Her mother looks up from her menu with blazing irritated eyes targeted at the girl, she looks down and whispers an apology. So much for not coming of as rude.

Looking up her ears fill with a heartfelt melodic sound, serenity filling in her soul as she searches around for the melody. He is sat at the piano head turned to the side looking out the window, his jawline so sharp and his features though she cannot see them all properly she knows he is an angel on earth someone to be admired and not to touch, someone delicate and exquisite.

His fingers drift daintily over each key such passion held in his movements he seems to have nearly every person in here captivated by his utter supremacy. Excellent he is. Athena is bewitched by his every move her hands start to tingle at the need to draw this man, capture his beauty in only the most exceptional way and what other way other than art can do such a thing.

He looks down closing his eyes as his body starts to sway to the delicacy of the piano, she giggles to herself at how silly he looks but on-top of that he looks to be in a dream of happiness, in that moment she promises herself to draw him and to know him because she cannot let such a human escape her.

"Athena dear." Her mother's urgent voice snaps Athena out of her start-gazed look as she turns to her mother with widened eyes whispering a faint yes.

"I know that we haven't spoken much and when we do I always seem to be in a rush but I want you to listen now and take this as an adult. Do not cause a scene." Acacia Adair strictly orders her daughter to which she nods even though she feels her heart almost drop to the pit of her stomach.

The woman sat beside her mother sits up straight clasping her hands in her lap as the boy beside her looks down avoiding eye contact with a confused Athena.

"What is it?" Impatience getting the best of her as she snaps out.

"I invited you here to not only see you my dearest but to let you know I'm engaged to Veronica." Grasping the woman's, who Athena now knows to be named Veronica, hand her mother raises it to her lips and places a light kiss to the skin.

Athena seems to be star-struck completely paralyzed almost, as she processes the information. Shaking her head she stands up the chair scraping back with a screeching sound causing everyone around her to grunt in annoyance. Without a word being said she turns on her feet and rushes outside away from the table.

It is not that fact that her mother is with a woman it is the fact that she has moved on, in Athena's heart she always thought her father and mother only had a misunderstanding and that they will figure is out sooner or later and with that they will rejoice and become a whole family again but with the revelation today the small sliver of a chance that they could vanishes from her mind and leaves her saddened.

Rushing outside the cold hair hitting her once warm skin and leaves a trail of goosebumps along her exposed skin she looks around the darkened sky, her golden strapped heels clicking on the hard concrete floor as she walks slowly looking around.

Her eyes land upon him. The pretty pianist.

He looks to be in a world of his own dreams head down and admiring the roses. Shaking away all the nerves she silently walks in his direction. Reaching only a few steps away from him she lets her virtually chocolate brown eyes look him up and down. A tad bit clearer now, she can see he is wearing a tuxedo which compliments his body angelically. Building up the strength she speaks.

"Isn't it a bit too cold to be out right now?" Her sweet melodic voice whispers it is barely audible but Harry catches it. Turning his head to the side, eyes land on an angel her hair so soft and her lips so kissable. Her body clad in a black dress.

"I could ask you the same thing." He retaliates in a hushed tone turning back around to face the roses. Silently she walks and stands beside him both eyes watching the rose petals move from the rushing winds.

Almost sneakily he turns his head slightly to the side, eyes landing upon her alluring beauty. His mind erupting in a million thoughts.

"You don't have to be so sneaky you can look at me, I won't mind especially by such a pretty human." Her eyes widen when she hears herself slapping her hand over he mouth to silence herself, looking down at the ground her cheeks heating up in embarrassment.

Harry smiles looking down and hiding it.

"You play the piano so well." She musters up the strength to speak again wanting to hear his voice she knows it will sound just as great as he looks.

"Thank you." He speaks. Her heartbeat increasing as those two words are enough to send her spiralling into ecstasy.

"I have always wanted to learn." She says in a quietness. Something about her being shy intrigues Harry, he will not admit it but he finds it adorable.

"Then why haven't you?" He asks looking up at her, their eyes locking.

Her eyes enchant him, the color of earth kissed by the spring rain. Her eyes hold a certain warmth in them a prosperous flourishing almost gold speckle of color in her eyes holding an everlasting warmth which entraps him.

To her his eyes are emerald better than the gem they are more special and more possessing. His eyes hold excitement in them, the green hue of the forest in summertime. So tantalizing.

"I just- I don't know never had the time I guess." She shrugs her shoulders in a response. Harry chuckles under his breath causing Athena to look at him with confusion.

"What is funny?" She asks with bewilderment.

"Nothing, it is just if you really wanted to learn you would make the time." He retaliates in response Athena looks to him with shock not expecting that kind of answer from him he seems so quiet.

"You're right, I don't actually have a right answer for why I never learnt." Athena bumps her shoulder with his in a mocking way trying to lighten the mood a little, Harry feels a certain attraction towards her he just can't seem to understand what it is.

"Who taught you how to play?" Athena does not want this conversation to end she feels at peace with him, which is a bit strange as she has only known this man for about ten minutes.

"Somebody." He replies, someone special taught him and he does not want to speak of it so he brushes it off.

Athena looks to be taken aback with his answer but she does not urge him on knowing it must a private matter if her doesn't want to speak of it.

A silence falls between them two as they return back to admiring the roses, each petal so red with color so beautiful. Harry reaches forward and brushes his hand gently across the rose Athena watching him adoration. Suddenly the tiny droplets of water fall from the darkened and heavy clouds, the substance splashing on the floor, the plants and them two.

The rain starts to fall harder the droplets harshly hitting the ground.

"Fuck, follow me." Athena shouts over the thundering sound of the rain leaning forward and grabbing Harry's hand. As soon as her soft skin touches his Harry feels a sudden shiver or maybe a spark run through him and from the look on Athena's face she must have felt something similar.

Trying to run in heels isn't the easiest task especially if it is in the rain but this beauty manages it without a struggle, the way she laughs from the rain the sound so endearing to Harry. He likes it.

Running back to the restaurant they dash up the stairs and hide under the balcony, coming to a stop both of them breathless with chests heaving up and down. Her hand still grasped on his wrist she quickly pulls it away and awkwardly avoids eye contact.

"I like the rain." Harry speaks up eyes locked on the way the rain falls from the sky, something about rain inspires him. The rain is incessant, it pours and pours without a stop something about that is completely inspiring to him.

"What about the rain do you like? it is wet and cold and-." Athena looks to Harry with absolute attentiveness.

"I'm not quite sure maybe it is how incessant it is maybe how much emotion it holds but I do like it." Harry replies looking away from the rain and to her, catching her eyes locked on to him with engrossment somewhere deep down something flutters at the sight of her listening to him so attentively.

Before she speaks her eyes catch her mother walking around the inside of the restaurant eyes frantically searching about for her daughter. Looking back at Harry who is watching Athena with soft eyes, she blushes.

"I have to go but it was so exquisite talking to you." Athena rushes out before hurrying towards the door her body comes to a halt when her skin explodes in shivers, the good kind, from a hand stopping her. Athena turns around to lock eyes with this handsome prince who watches her with fondness.

"At least tell me your name." He says with that same deep almost husky harmonious voice, the symphonious sound could put anyone to sleep.

"Hmm if we meet again I will tell you then." She cheekily says and then she leans forward and presses a quick kiss to his cheek, turning around she rushes back inside leaving Harry stood outside in a trance from her soft lips against his cheek.

His hand slowly lifts and cups the cheek when her lips once were, though it was quick he can still feel them pressing to his cheek. His heartbeat increasing and a smile appearing on his lips as the memory of her flashes in his mind.

The sound of the rain pattering behind him sounding euphonious making this a whole lot better.

Authors Note: Omg I love this so much and I hope you do to, I had so much fun writing this chapter and I hope you enjoyed reading it.

Lots Of Love

-S.