Worthless - Larry Stylinson fanfic

Chapter 10

The music room. The room in Harry's and I's flat that I haven't been in for a long time. It had always been my favorite room. It had white walls and dark hardwood floor. It had some guitars -even if neither Harry or I could play it- some paper with notes, a radio, writing pads, a recorder and in the middle of the room: A big black piano.

I've always liked to play the piano, but I was not too good. I was alright at it.

I sat down and stared at the keys. I took a deep breath and started playing a random melody, which soon turned in to a song. I recognized it as 'How to save a life' by The Fray.  My fingers danced over the keys and I felt free. Free from all stress, press, hate and free from everything that could hurt me. It was now just music and I.

"Where did I go wrong I lost a friend somewhere along in this bitterness and I could have stayed up with you all night then I've known how to save a life." I sang with a small smile while I played. My mind was right here and now and it was so relaxing, not a thing to worry about. Just me and the music.

Eventually the song came to an end and I sighed. This as what I loved to do. Music. But lately my mind has been everywhere except from the music. This was why I had auditioned for X-Factor. To be able to do what I love. To sing and just live with music in every step I took. But life took new directions and you could never know what would happen in the next turn. Hopefully the next turn in my life would be a happy one. I've had enough of sad, depressing and hurting things for this year. I needed something happy to keep going. Something new. Something good.

A vacation. To get away from it all. Just me and a piano somewhere in the woods. That would be amazing.

Or a vacation to meet my family in Doncaster. Celebrating my birthday and Christmas in  peace. No problems bigger than some burned food. No worries. No cries. No pain. Just happiness and laughs. Real smiles and echoing happy laughs. Something happy. A new chapter.

A chapter closer the end... A chapter deeper into the story. A new plot. Further away from the pain...or a step closer it. Undecided. Whatever can happen. No one knows for sure. Not even the writer.

I sighed and stretched. Where did thoughts even come from? How did the brain make them? Did it ever stop getting new ideas or did it always know what to think of next.

I got out from the room and opened the door to the music room only to reveal Harry standing outside it listening eagerly.

"How long have you been standing there?" I asked surprised. Had he heard me playing and singing?

"Long enough." he said while he shrugged.

"Okay..." I said unsure and started to make my way to my room.

"Are you alright?" Harry asked from behind me. I turned around and raised an eyebrow.

"Yes and you?" I asked confused. Had he seriously just asked me if I was alright?

"Yeah, thanks."

"For what?" I' was really confused now.

"For asking?" Harry answered even if it sounded more like a question.

"Oh, you're welcome I guess." I said before I made my way to my room. Why was he so nice towards me?

Was this my life's new turn?