Strong

Chapter 7

So I just got back from camp
It was so amazing
So here's chaptah seven
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I threw my phone down at the ground in horror.

"What'd you do that for?" A confused Louis asked.

"It's n-nothing." I stammered, earning a weird glance from Louis as he turned to face the screen.

It had to be someone messing around. Maybe someone from the airport had seen me and Gemma go buy the phone. I decided to let it go, it wasn't enough to worry about. The boys must deal with this all the time since they're famous.

After the movie ended, everyone else headed into the kitchen to make more food, except Niall. I watched from the couch as he got his guitar out and began playing and singing along.

"I want you here with me
Just like I pictured it
Is it to much to ask for something great." He sang, strumming away. His voice was so unique, but I loved it. It was the type of voice that could calm anyone down.

"Is that a song for the new album?" He looked up from his guitar, his blue eyes meeting mine.

"Yup. It's called something great."

"It sounds really good." I sighed.

"I wish I could play guitar, I've always wanted to learn." I told him.

"I can teach you right now if you want." He offered.

"Sure I'd love that." I scooted closer to him and watched as he showed me different chords.

"So this is G." He moved his fingers to the right strings and handed me the guitar.

"Here, you try." He set the guitar gently on my lap, lifting my fingers to the right strings. I felt my heart skip a beat and my face catch on fire. For the next hour we sat down as he taught me new chords. I prayed the whole time he couldn't see how red my face was.

"Ahhh can I try again tomorrow? My fingers are killing me!" Niall chuckled.

"Of course. I'll come over tomorrow. It's important you keep playing because if you stop for long periods of time the pain won't go away."

"Thanks, this was really fun."

"I love playing guitar." Niall gently set the guitar back in the case and headed towards the door.

"See ya tomorrow!"

"Bye Niall!" He closed the door softly behind him. I flopped out across the couch staring at the ceiling just as Harry came in behind me from the kitchen.

"Sooooo..." He dragged the o's out a bit too long. I raised my eyebrows.

"One word, Niall." Harry raised his eyebrows back at me.

"Gosh Harry, he was just teaching me guitar, that's all." I stuck my tongue out at him when he turned around.

"Well, I'm going to bed now." Harry said yawning.

"I think I will too." That night I fell asleep, the sound of the guitar strings echoing through my mind.

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