Elliot Horan
The air is humid as I make my way down the busy streets, billboards for One Direction's concert covering some of the biggest screens I've ever seen.
I feel proud of Niall, he's done so well for himself, but I can't let it get to his head. It must be such a surreal experience seeing your face on those signs. Everybody knowing who you are and what you do. Terrifying.
After fifteen minutes of walking I see the shop, the shop that's going to make my life slightly better.
I walk in, the low strums of a guitar playing in the back. And then I see it. The guitar that is exactly the same as my old one. On sale for £95.50. I can afford it.
I make my way to the desk, a young woman, a few years older than me stood there. Eyeliner making her eyes bigger and her hair dyed at the front and underneath. The pink being a beautiful contrast to what I presume is her natural brunette.
Her gaze meets me, a small smile adorning her face "Hey! How may I help you?" Her voice is welcoming and calm. Her smile I come to realise is genuine.
"I'd like to buy that guitar please." I say pointing towards the light brown guitar hung on the wall.
"Of course! Have you played before? Do you know how to tune it? We can tune it for you if you want?" I'm bombarded with questions, her smile never leaving.
"I've played before, thank you tho, does it come with a case?" I ask, praying she says yes.
"Unfortunately no, but we can add it on for an extra $20." Her smile drops slightly when she sees my expression drop slightly.
"I'll come back with some extra money tomorrow. So I'll just take the guitar for now." A smile spreads across my face, knowing I'll be able to feel the therapeutic strumming of the strings on my fingers in less than an hour.
"Of course! You can take the case today if you like? You seem the one to trust." She winks at me. "But let me get your number too yeah?"
I nod my head, she is stunning and I would love to speak to her more. I always feel way more comfortable around women.
I give her my number and she sends me on my way, we agreed to go for coffee in the morning, I think I'll be able to sneak out for an hour or so.
...
I get back to the hotel, guitar in hand as I step into the elevator. I watch the numbers slowly increase, the elevator taking me higher and higher.
I get to the floor I need and practically run to my room. I take the guitar out the case and the strumming takes place. It's almost perfectly tuned and I'm so grateful.
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The boys have been gone for three hours and in that time I've managed to write a chorus of a song, singing along to the random chords I played less than an hour ago. I missed this.
For your eyes only,
I'll show you my heart,
For when you're lonely,
And forget who you are,
I'm missing half of me,
When we're apart,
Now you know me,
For your eyes only.
People would presume it's a love song, but it's not, it's about my love for music, how it can understand me and how I feel. I can show my heart in music, I can use metaphors to cover up the truth. That's the beauty of it.
I hear the elevator open and muffled voices coming from the living room. They appear to have all sat down, so I carry on playing.
The voices are rushed to a halt when I start playing again, I wonder if they can hear me. Worry taking over I place the guitar down and walk to the living room.
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Fanfiction*May be triggering to some readers* "Ah, but what if Niall knew you were hiding something from him, something that puts him in danger," he has a point all of them are in danger but if I keep my mouth shut, they'll be safe. "You dare tell Niall abou...
