𝐇𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐀𝐭 𝐋𝐚𝐬𝐭 | ᵇᵗˢ ᵖᵒˡʸ ʰʸᵇʳⁱᵈ ᵃᵘ

𝐒𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐈𝐧| 07★

A/n: please view the piano piece at the end of the story to get a better idea of the song Y/n plays in this chapter ❤️

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Once the group made it back to the house the boys insisted on heading up to their rooms for a bit to unpack.

Y/n agreed and in turn made her way up to her own room to kill some time.

Y/n loves her room.

The space is sacred to the girl as it provides her with the upmost comfort imaginable. With walls painted an earthy forest green color and furniture made of dark oak; Y/n's bedroom is overflowing with cozy ambiance.

In one corner of the room sat her bed. It was made up with a light blue floral comforter and a stuffed deer plushie which always sits in the center of the girl's slightly excessive number of pillows .

Beside the bed sits a nightstand. It's home to a small lamp, one of her favorite books, and a framed picture of she and her grandmother sitting together in the garden.

Across the room tucked away in the opposite corner is the piano she holds so close to her heart. Small yet beautifully mighty the dark wood encasing the piano adds a charming accent to the room.

Near the bay window stands the girl's vanity desk. It's decorated with a few small potted plants as well as various makeup products scattered among the surface.

And finally, tying the room together is the fuzzy grey carpet placed in the center of Y/n's bedroom.

Slipping into her room, Y/n cracks her door behind her and makes her way over to the piano. She smiles down at the beautiful instrument fondly and runs her fingers carefully along the keys.

Some of the girls favorite memories were made sitting at this piano atop her grandmother's lap. The woman was an excellent pianist and an even more profound teacher.

Y/n learned everything she knew from her grandmother. She owes every ounce of her skill to her. As well as her love for all things music.

Pressing down on a few of the tiles Y/n's stomach flutters as the piano's deep hum pierces the air.

The familiarity of the cold keys pressing against her finger tips pulls her in, luring her down to the stool she's sat in a million times before.

Smiling pleasantly Y/n shuts her eyes and allows herself to tune into her emotions.

Waves of joy wash over her as she pictures the seven hybrids nearby. Her heart flutters with warmth at the thought of sharing her home with them and learning more about each and every one of them over time.

As she pictures each of their smiling faces her fingers slowly start to move. They play a sweet tune. One that fills the air with such a pure and captivating pitch that she is able to focus solely on her music and hit every note that comes to mind perfectly.

As her fingers dance along the keys Y/n sways slightly and allows herself to truly get lost in the music.

Unknowingly, after a few minutes of playing her music lures a few of the hybrids from their rooms and down the hall.