𝒯𝑜 𝒷𝑒 𝓁𝑜𝓋𝑒𝒹

Chapter 𝟝

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I decide to play the one song I still clearly remember the lyrics to. I hesitantly place my hands on the tight strings and start strumming the opening.

I suck in a deep breath and start.

It comes and it goes
We're driving down a one-way road
To something better, something better
And what hurts you is gonna pass
And you'll have learnt from it when it comes back
You'll be doing better, yeah, doing better

'Cause life gets hard and it gets messed up
When you give so much, but it's not enough
When the high's too high, and the low's too low
When you love someone and they let you go

Don't you let it kill you
Even when it hurts like hell
Oh, whatever tears you apart
Don't let it break your heart
Time takes time to heal it
You can't do it by yourself
Oh, whatever tears you apart
Don't let it break your heart

I finish the last word of the song, letting out a breath. I feel a warm feeling bubbling in my chest, as if telling me 'Congratulations, you did well!'. Wiping away the tears that had fallen down during the song, I recalled the time I write the lyrics.

It was a period of my life where everything was screwed. I was downed by lots of sorrowful matters, and I had no one by my side. Not Maverick (not that he would've helped anyway). Not Zayn. Not my mom...

I started writing. Writing whatever was on my mind. Whether I was venting about how shitty I felt, describing my satisfied feeling when it rains, or writing imaginary scenarios: romantic ones I wish I could experience.

Don't let it break your heart, I named the song, was a song I wrote during that time. It's the consolation no one ever gave me at the time.

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I spent the night strumming different melodies on my guitar, realizing how much I miss the brown instrument.

While enjoying my peaceful time, my thoughts drifted back to the green-eyed stranger and the boy with him. For one, the other boy was good-looking. Though, the green-eyes boy was something else. Yes, he did throw up on my favorite shirt, which I contemplated throwing away. But I couldn't help but feel a physical attraction to him. The moment I saw his eyes, it was like I forgot how to breath for a moment. They were gorgeous.

I kept a mental note that it was fine to think someone is handsome. Yeah. I like how he looks, and I would never go beyond liking appearances in strangers. Never again. I guess I am thankful for Maverick for teaching me that.

I am physically attracted to the green-eyed mystery boy. Even though, it wouldn't matter anyway. I would never hopefully see him again.

It saddens me that, earlier this night, I thought that maybe, maybe the stranger thought I was handsome, too.

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Little did he know that the first thing the 'stranger' said after Louis left was, "Oh my God, I'm such a loser. Did I just puke on this really very handsome guy?"

A/n: sorry for the short chapter :/

Thoughts? x