Professor F

Chapter 58

A woman screamed.

August smiled with a forced smile on her face, feeling embarrassed when Pierre winked at the woman.

Geez!

Flynn smiled and whispered to her ear. "He's famous."

"Y—Yeah."

Pierre went to the side with his guitar and the other members joined him. Their vocalist, Oliver,

introduced their band members before their performance started. They first played pop rock songs

about life and friendships.

"And for our last song—" The vocalist announced. "To all those hearts who finally found happiness, to

those hearts who became someone's answered prayer, here's for all of us this season, this is our new

song composed by our lead guitarist, Pierre here—"

She noticed Oliver looked at a specific spot and she followed its direction, she smiled when she saw

Gail raising her cup of drink and smiling at him.

"—Fall."

She was still smiling at what she witnessed when Flynn placed his arm over her shoulders.

I watched the trees turn to autumn colors
When the leaves fall and become ground covers
They just fall


This heart sings of an autumn's dream
—you don't find love, you don't force it
Let love find you and just

fall
You just fall

The melody just made the crowd so quiet and mesmerized. It's a beautiful love song. Even her world

turned slow and all sparkly while Flynn pulls her close.

It was the same the first time I saw you
So pretty like the autumn leaves dancing in the wind
Suddenly

all the love songs were about you
And the leaves fell from the trees without regretting
I just fall

It felt like

the songs speaks for their story, too. This season of Fall, they finally went on a date like a normal

couple. They waited and they just fall in love. No more masked dates. No more worries of getting

caught. They're free.

I can't help holding my breath for each moment
I tried to resist but every moment's perfect
I'm scared to

fall but I'm more scared to walk away
You return like autumn and I fall every day 
I just fall

Each moment with Flynn since summer took her breath away, there were times she tried to resist him

but he always gets the perfect timing. And she keeps falling for him every time.

You don't cross my mind, you live in it
With colors of fall, I fall again
It's the season of when everything

bursts with beauty
As if nature saves up all year for the grand finale
Like all the leaves falling
They just

fall without worries
I just fall...

The crowd cheered loudly and in the midst of it, Flynn pulled her chin to meet his kiss. She was

surprised, her eyes wide opened. After a few seconds, she closed her eyes and responded to his kiss.

"I love you, August." He whispered.

"I love you, Flynn."

••••••

The event ended after midnight and Flynn was holding her hand the whole time. It was the sweetest

date.

He already called Hugo to pick them up. He excused himself to go to the bathroom and she waited on

a bench near the entrance.

"August!" She heard Pierre's voice calling her name.

She looked up and she stands up from her seat. It felt odd that he called her with her name this time.

He walks toward her with a smile on his face. "Are you leaving?"

She nodded. "I'm just waiting for Flynn."

His smile disappeared. "Cool. I just wanted to say thank you for coming."

She smiled. "You did great up there! That last song you composed was beautiful."

Pierre scratched his cheek, feeling a little shy. "Really? T—Thanks." He cleared his throat. "I—I'll get NôvelDrama.Org owns this text.

going."

"Thank you for inviting me." She added as he steps backward, the crowd started to move out of the

place.

"W—Would you like to watch another show?" He stopped his steps, looking a little hesitant. "I mean,

you know, you can come watch anytime. J—Just let me know." The crowd started to get thick and

Pierre holds her arm to make sure she doesn't get drag roughly.

She smiled and nodded. "Thank you." She said when a group of teenagers rushed to their spot when

they saw Pierre with her causing the crowd's movement to them. The security wasn't too tight at where

they were so people came rushing.

"Pierre! Can we take a picture with you?!"

"Me, too! Me, too!"

"Can you sign my shirt please?!"

The other teenager screamed bumping at her, causing her to lose her balance but Pierre was quick

enough to catch her.

"H—Hold on, guys! Wait!" He hugged her and tried to shield her with his body but it started to get more

chaotic and people pushed them that Pierre also lost his balance. He was able to embrace her and he

took the fall, with her body on top of his.

She could feel his warmth and his breathing ragged. "S—Sorry." She uttered as she looked at him.

His eyes locked on hers. She can hear the crowd screaming while the security tried to manage the

people around them.

She blushed when she felt Pierre's hug tensed around her. She tried to get up but he stopped her.

"That last song—it was about you."

The fans screaming Pierre's name, asking for his autograph and the camera clicks and shutters were

the faintest sounds for August when Pierre pulled her face to his chest as he catches the fall.

"Aw!" He grunted in pain but made sure she didn't hurt herself.

"Pierre—" She closed her eyes as they fall and slowly opened them, thinking about what he just told

her. "I d—don't understand—" She stuttered.

Those times she was with Pierre when she's tutoring him, she remembered how he would tease her

and stare at her most of the time. He would pretend he's looking away, busy reading or solving the

math problems she gave him when she catches him staring. And all those times, she's thinking he was

just slacking.

He gave a short chuckle. "The greatest reward for a musician is to know that the person who inspired

him appreciated his music." He whispered cupping the back of her head and pulled her tighter to his

chest.

Her heart skipped a beat as she felt her blood rushing to her cheeks with her eyes widened in shock.

This can't be happening!

She tried to pull away and he finally lets her do so with her face just a few inches from his.

"Relax." He clips the strands of her hair behind her ears. "This is why I hate commitments. The girls I

liked are either always taken by someone or—" His expression softened and sad. "—by something."

That struck a nerve in her heart. She saw his eyes sparkled in the dark as he looked at her. It seemed

like he was about to cry, and there was sadness in his eyes.

"Pierre..."

He took a deep breath. "Don't look at me that way or I'd kiss your lips." He uttered under his

breath.