Hey everyone, this is a fic that I have been working on for quite a while on dls. I have it pretty much complete, so I thought that I might post it here to see what you all thought. Anyways, as we are all surely aware, I do not own instant star or any of the characters associated with the show. However, this story and the songs that it contains are mine. That being said, I hope you enjoy it!

And on your doorstep I left roses

Jude opened the door in a rush, cursing herself for running late yet again. Darius was on her case about her current state of disarray and wanted a song by closing time. Problem was, she didn't have a song, she didn't even have a concept. She hadn't written a single word worthy of being spoken aloud since her release party and she was working on zero inspiration. She spent her days in a cloud of self pity and anger, and that in itself brought on more self pity and anger. Jude had heard Liam refer to her current state as wallowing, but she had just responded by grabbing a pint of chocolate ice cream from hospitality and wasting the day away on the G-Major couch.

Slamming the door behind her, Jude nearly tripped over a vase of flowers sitting square in the middle of the steps. She picked them up, admiring the fiery shade of the roses. She had always secretly loved the bold, unusual color. They were deep orange with the slightest undertone of red. Each one was full and bright, meticulously chosen and arranged and they smelled of springtime and happiness. She sighed, turning back toward the door. They were Sadie's no doubt. Kwest had made a habit of getting her flowers, though Jude was slightly surprised, he usually went for the more classic red and pink, knowing Sadie's taste.

Half way to the door, Jude stopped short catching sights the crisp white envelope peeking out of the flowers. In tiny flowing letters a name was written, and it wasn't her sister's. Jude. The outside of the envelope read. Jude frowned at the strangely familiar handwriting. They were for her? That didn't make sense. People didn't buy her flowers. It wasn't her thing. She felt a lump grow in her throat as she recalled a conversation she had nearly forgotten about.

"I never took you for a stop and smell the roses kind of girl, Harrison." He laughed, clearly amused by Jude's face buried in a bouquet of fiery roses. She had stopped abruptly at the flower stand, nearly getting left behind by her companion. "In fact, I never took you for the flower type at all." She glanced up at him and shrugged her shoulders throwing him a nonchalant look.

"I'm not." She started, picking up the bouquet. "Fiery orange roses however are different. They are my secret weakness." She said in a stage whisper. She then put her hand over her mouth in mock surprise. "Oh no, my secret is out. I do believe I am going to have to kill you now." She raised her eyebrows devilishly and he stepped back in mock fear holding up his hands to protect himself

"I'll buy them for you if you spare my life." He closed his eyes as if waiting to be struck down by the girl holding a bouquet of roses. A moment later he reopened them to her beaming smile, barely visible over the roses. He grinned back, pulling out his wallet, paying for the roses. They linked arms and walked away from the flower vendor laughing and joking together.

She shivered slightly as the realization hit her. She scrambled for the card, pulling it off of the plastic stick it was perched on. Her stomach fell as she struggled with the seal. There was only one person who knew about her love of orange roses. Pulling the white envelope off of the card, her eyes went wide. The world ceased to spin as her eyes locked with the delicate handwriting. She didn't hear the vase crash to the ground and shatter, the water spilling all over the concrete and soaking through her boots. She didn't notice the flowers sprawled all over the steps as if casualties of a tragic battle. She didn't notice anything. All she could see was the card, or rather the three simple words it held. They consumed her, making her oblivious to the world.

I'm Sorry.

-Tommy

So, let me know what you thought, I would love to hear from you!

S.G.