"Harps, are you sure you don't wanna come to Julie's school with me?" Luke asked, taking his guitar off and putting it on its stand; he'd spent the last hour showing me the new songs he'd written with Julie, I kept telling him my opinion didn't matter, but he insisted I help choose anyways. Now, he was going to get Julie's approval on the song we'd chosen.

"Nah, I'm okay," I reassured him; Alex and Reggie were both out, meaning I'd have their studio to myself. While Luke is gone, I plan on searching for anything I can use against Julie, "you should see if Julie wants to come and hang though," I add, standing up from my spot on the couch; if Julie ditched school, there's no way her dad would let her perform their gig tonight, maybe he'd even make her quit the band.

"Smart," He snapped his fingers, pointing at me, "the more rehearsal time we get, the better," I nodded; that's not why I was doing this, but sure. "I'll be back soon," He reassured before poofing out of the studio; I sighed once he was gone, poofing myself up into the attic. I know it's a long shot that I'll find anything good enough to use against Julie, but there's no harm in looking, right? As I searched through the items, I came to the realization that none of this stuff was Julie's at all. There was a garbage bag of clothes, which I quickly learned belonged to the boys, various boxes filled with old CDs, all bands I distinctly remember Luke being a fan of, and even a few sunset curve items. After searching through what I learned was Luke's old backpack, I was about to poof back down into the studio; until something shiny caught my eye. Stowed away neatly in one of the small pockets was a necklace, one that I used to wear almost every day, until I threw it off, the day Luke ran out.

"He kept this," I mumble to myself, stroking my fingers over the small charms of our initials; I remember watching Luke ride away that night as I cried into my sister's arms; he must have come back for it after I had left. I should have put the necklace back and poofed back down to the studio's main level, but I don't want to part with it again; this necklace is one of the only things I have from my previous life; everything else has changed. So, I clasp it on my neck, allowing the dainty piece of jewelry to fall into place. I didn't even feel annoyed that I hadn't found anything to use against Julie, and when I poofed down, I didn't continue to search for any more clues; if Luke kept this, it's obvious his feelings are legit, maybe they're strong enough for me to be his first choice, unlike the last time. As I wait for Luke, I decide to sit at the grand piano in the back of the studio, I'd been tempted my entire visit here to play it, and now that the studio is empty, it seems like the prime time to do so. I never really got the hype behind music until I joined the club; during my first few weeks there, Maya suggested I begin writing to let out all of my feelings; they started out as diary entries, but slowly and slowly, as I became more established in the club, I began putting them to music. Once Caleb heard my songs, he insisted I become the official songwriter for the Hollywood Ghost Club, which I was honored by; it just meant I didn't have much time to write songs for myself anymore. My fingers instantly began playing the keys to one of the first songs I'd written, one I'd played so many times I could basically do it in my sleep; I remember writing this in the midst of my heartbreak, I never thought I'd be able to speak to Luke again, so I wrote every single word I wanted to say to him down.

"I got my driver's license last week, just like we always talked about," I began singing, my voice shaky and hesitant at first; I had died shortly after getting my license, which was something Luke and I talked about frequently; it had started off as another one of my diary entries, updating Luke on my life and what'd he'd missed since we'd separated, but after a while, it changed into a song. As the song went on, my voice grew more confident and passionate; I still haven't been able to tell Luke how broken I felt when he left me, and now with the way everything is going, I don't think I ever will, but I'm okay with that; it's time to move on. Caleb had always told me that being bitter was good and getting revenge was okay, but maybe for once, he was wrong; I didn't have to be bitter at Luke and the boys forever, I don't think I want to be, I'm ready to move on and start over, and once they're at the club, we can.

"and I know we weren't perfect, but I've never felt this way for no one," I played the final chords, keeping my eyes on the piano keys, "and I just can't imagine how you could be so okay, now that I'm gone, cause you didn't mean what you wrote in that song about me." I played the final chords, letting out a breath.

"Woah," My head shot up at the new voice; I must have been so caught up in the song I hadn't noticed Reggie, Luke, and Alex had poofed back into the studio, all three of them staring at me with wide eyes.

"Did you write that?" Alex asked, his voice full of disbelief; my cheeks flushed, and I nodded, completely embarrassed that they'd heard such a vulnerable song, "Harper, you're extremely talented."

"it's true," Reggie affirmed, rapidly nodding his head, "I got ghost bumps."

"Thanks," I nod, connecting my eyes with Luke; he had yet to say anything, which made me even more nervous. Could he tell it was about him, was he upset that while he had written some adorable, love-filled apology song, I'd written one full of angst and heartbreak?

"You know what, Reggie, I think we should head back to the beach for a bit," Alex announced, glancing between Luke and I; Reggie frowned, opening up his mouth to object, but Alex grabbed his wrist, poofing him out before he would speak.

"So, I guess you've figured out who it's about," I joke, trying to break the uncomfortable silence in the studio; Luke nods, hesitantly walks over to the piano.

"I feel like an idiot," He admits, sliding into the empty spot beside me on the piano bench, "Harper, I can't believe I made you feel this way." His eyes were full of guilt, "if I could take it all back, I would."

"I know," I reassure him, and I believed him, "I wrote this a long time ago when I first died," I inform him; Luke lets out a relieved breath, he had thought I felt this way currently, he thought he'd never have a chance with me again; but honestly, I think we might, if he comes back to the club that is. "You know how last night I told you I don't know how I feel?" Luke hummed in response, not moving his eyes from mine. "I think I know how I feel now, Luke I-"

"It's okay," Luke cut me off, turning away from me sadly, "I get it, I was a jerk; I should feel lucky that you want to be friends."

"I was gonna say I feel the same way," I say in a quiet voice; I chuckle as Luke shoots his head up, connecting his eyes with mine once more. "I was just scared," I admit, remembering the reason behind why I was here in the first place, "I mean, you have your new band, and I have a life at the club, how will we ever work? We'll barely see each other." Luke frowned, and I can tell he's thinking over what I just said; he seems so adamant on this working, I know he'll make a compromise.

"What if we join the club too, like part-time or something?" He asked, his eyes full of hope; there was no such thing as "part-time" at the Hollywood ghost club, but that part didn't matter right now; all that did was him saying he would join, for me. "The band doesn't perform every single night, so..."

"You would do that for me?" I ask, a genuine smile making its way onto my face.

"Of course," Luke nods reassuringly, "Harper, I've already lost you once; I'm never letting that happen again." These were the words I'd been waiting 25 years for him to say to me.

"Do you think Reggie and Alex will be okay with it?"

"Are you kidding? Alex will love being able to see Willie more often, and Reggie hasn't stopped talking about your friend Maya since he met her." I giggled at his explanation; everything was finally falling into place. "We'll talk to them after the gig tonight." I open my mouth to argue that we should do it now, but then remember that after tonight they'll probably never perform with Julie again, and as much as I know Caleb would be disappointed in me, what's one more performance?

"Thank you, Luke," I reach for his hand, interlocking our fingers; he hummed in response, lifting our interlocked hands up to his lips, something he used to do all the time when we were together; even though to most, this gesture was small, to me, it meant so much.

"Is that?" Luke began, reaching his spare hand up to my neck; I allowed him to push my hair aside, revealing the necklace I'd found earlier, "where'd you find this?" Crap, how am I supposed to explain that I was creeping through their things?

"I got cold and was looking for a sweater to borrow," I make up on the spot, that seemed like the only reasonable excuse, "I ended up finding this instead; I shouldn't have taken it though," I remove my hands from Luke's going to unclasp the necklace.

"No," Luke took both of my hands in his, stopping me, "it's yours, I was going to give it back to you anyways, and now that we're together, it would be weird for you not to have it. Unless you don't want to that yet, I guess we haven't established what we are; I shouldn't have-"I could have cut him off and told him he was being ridiculous, but his rambling was adorable, and all I wanted to do right now was close the gap that was between the two of us. So I did; I grabbed Luke's cheek, connecting my lips against his, he froze at first, stunned by my sudden action, but after a second, he began kissing me back, cupping my face in his hands. If someone had told me a couple of days ago that I'd be kissing Luke Patterson and letting go of all the bitterness I held towards him, I would have thought they were insane; but now, here we were, it felt like nothing had changed.

"That was a really good way to shut me up," Luke mumbled once we pulled apart, leaning his forehead against mine. I smiled, closing my eyes; now that Luke agreed to come to the club, it felt like a weight had been lifted off my shoulders; I had completed Caleb's plan and got Luke back, everything was going perfectly, and nothing can get in the way now.
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^^ Harpers outfit

^^ Harpers necklace (imagine with an L and H.)

🤍
Harper and Luke finally got together☺️
Drama is coming though....