Holiday

Chapter Thirty: Music Room

Emily

"Hey, Em, we're going out to buy groceries, want anything?" Liam asked, peeking inside my room. I looked up from the book that I was reading. I smiled, shaking my head. "No, I'm good. Thanks," He nodded, closing the door.

So Liam and Louis are buying groceries for the house, Niall is with management, Zayn is in his record label's studio recording stuff and Harry is out catching up with some old friends. Guess I'm alone in this house today, which is a first. Usually one or two of the lads are here with me.

I continued to read my book until my eyes started to hurt from both crying and reading. It was such a good book though, I was already at the climax portion of the story where the main character found out the truth about her past. The emotions in the story are so strong and the author is an absolute genius. You could really feel the character's pain. Shutting the book, I placed it on the bedside table and removed my glasses. Standing up, I went down to grab something to eat. 

I gotta be honest, being alone in this huge house is kinda creepy. Good thing it was afternoon and not night time or else I would be staying in my room the whole time until one of the boys come back. 

Making myself a quick sandwich, I took a bite, sitting down on a dining chair. The silence of the house is really making me think about a lot of things.

How a lot has changed over almost a year. Wow, it's been almost a year since I met the One Direction boys. I graduated high school, finally. I still don't know what I want to do in the future. I left the bakery. My parents still hate me. But I guess that's okay because I have people looking out for me and that love me. I know someday they'll probably come around. I'm just not sure when.

I then suddenly remembered Ryan. 

That idiot still hasn't called me. It's been three months. I just want to hear his voice again. 

The longer he doesn't contact me, the more I realized how deep I am in this whole 'like' thing. I'm certain that it's not 'like' anymore but I also don't love him. Not in that way anyway. Yet. 

I really want to know if he feels the same because my mind just can't keep calm anymore. I wouldn't know what to do without him. I mean, he's my best friend. He's always been there for me. Throughout everything, I have been through. And I was always there for him too. I knew that whatever happens in my life, I would always choose Ryan to be part of it because he means a lot to me.

We would always choose each other. 

A melody had unexpectedly come into my mind cutting me from my deep thoughts. Finishing up my sandwich, I swiftly cleaned the plate and knife I used and jogged towards the stairs to go into the music room so I can write the lyrics I was now making up along the way. 

I opened the door, seeing my songbook on the small table at the side. Grabbing a pencil, I quickly wrote down the lyrics. Feeling the words come rush through me felt so good. I haven't written anything for weeks because I had a horrible case of writer's block. It's good to know that I'm back to writing my songs. 

I sat down in front of the piano and played out the melody and lyrics that I just made up.

I missed playing the piano. It's been a while since I was last here in the music room. Damn this mind that can't seem to write anything for the past few weeks. I've also been using the guitar as a tool in my songwriting but for some reason, I completely ignored the beautiful grand piano that was in the middle of the room. Maybe because I always remembered my dad sitting me down in front of our old piano and we'd play and sing songs for hours. 

I continued to scribble down words for about half an hour and figuring out how they should sound like when I sang them.

Am I really writing a whole ass song in an hour? I think I am.

I guess I should thank Ryan for making me miss him so much that I made a whole damn song about him. My feelings for him are growing and I'm sure anyone would notice from afar. After a few minutes, I wrote down the last part of the song in my songbook. Reading it all over, I sang the last few verses while letting my fingers take control over the keys as I sang all of my feelings out. 

"And I may not be offered the world love
But I do have a beautiful view
And if you'd take my hand
As my heart has planned
You know I'd always choose you

I hope you don't mind what I'm saying
I hope in your heart that you feel this way too
That if you had to choose
Between me and good news
You'd say I'd always choose you

Always you
Always you
Offer me gold
It's you that I'd hold
Oh I'd always choose you
I would always choose you
Always you"

I lifted my fingers from the piano keys and sighed. I jumped when I heard a bunch of claps behind me. I turned around and saw that all five of the boys were home. "How long have you guys been there? I didn't hear the front door open," I said to them, standing up to face them. "Just as you were singing. We came in and heard the piano playing," Niall replied. "You guys got home all at the same time?" I tilted my head to my left. They shrugged looking at each other. 

"That was a beautiful song, love. Did you write that?" Louis asked me. I bit my bottom lip, shyly, and nodded. "Really? It was so good! How long have you been writing it?" Liam asked. 

"Just today,"

"So you're telling us that we weren't around for only an hour and a half and you already wrote a whole ass song?" Zayn said, looking at me in shock. I shrugged. "Maybe it isn't finished? Don't overreact Zayn. Unless it's actually finished," Niall turned to me. Shaking my head, I looked at my songbook, "No I think, I think it's done," I said. "Wow, you are fast," Harry stated, staring at me with a slightly dropped jaw. 

"Are you planning to put it on your album?" Liam asked, crossing his arms and leaning on the wall. "I don't know if I want anyone to hear it, to be honest," I sighed, closing my songbook and holding it tightly in my hands. 

"Why? Is it about someone?" Louis questioned me. I blushed and didn't answer instead avoided the five pairs of eyes looking at me. "Wait, is it about Ryan?" I heard Harry ask with a smile. I briefly glanced at them seeing that they had huge grins on their faces. I shrugged once again, "Maybe," I said in a small voice. 

"Oh, that's lovely, kiddo. I'm sure Ryan would love it either way," Niall told me, walking towards where I was standing and rubbed both of my arms in comfort. "I just missed him so much. He's been on my mind so much lately. He said that we would visit but..." I paused 

"He hasn't," Zayn slowly finished for me. I nodded, sadly. "Ryan means the world to me. And I am falling so hard for him and he doesn't even know about it. I just want to be able to find out how he feels about me so I could easily move on from him," 

"Or maybe you could be together after you confess," Harry piped up. I faced him in confusion. "What?" 

"Look, E, he probably likes you too. And I'm sure he misses you so much as well," He replied. I looked at the five of them. They gave me smiles of assurance. Breathing out, I nodded. "Hopefully we get to talk to each other soon because I can't handle it anymore," I told them. 

"It's going to be fine, kiddo. Don't worry,"