"Stuck In The Friend-Zone Again and Again"

"All The Songs That I Wrote"

Luke's P.O.V.

I'd been working on a couple songs, but there was only one that I was confident in, called 'Make It Alright'.

Much like Paris had confessed that she did, I channeled my emotions into song writing, so everything that I was feeling with Paris was put mainly into that song.

As I scratched the final words onto the simple piece of notebook paper, I began to hum the notes that I thought would fit.

I jotted down the chords, and after a half hour I had a full and proper song.

Make It Alright
VERSE 1:
Is it bad that I'm happy
that he broke your heart?
I'm confused why he would,
as you're a beauty and smart.
He did nonetheless,
and I'll despise him till I die.
But he gave me a chance to create You and I.

CHORUS:
I feel so wrong that I feel so right
while you're lying awake, up crying all night.
He ripped your heart out and tore it into shreds.
You found him with another girl,
lying on his bed.

But I'm here now
I'll make it alright
I'll wipe away the tears
that you try to hide at night.
I'll love you more than he ever could,
royal, perfect, right, and good.

VERSE 2:
I'll mend up your heart,
stitch it back together.
Make sure the stitches
will last forever.
But if you were mine
they wouldn't need time,
because I'd never make you put them to use.
{CHORUS}

BRIDGE:
And I could take all the hurt
away from you.
But you don't know
that I'd never let you go.
You can't see
that you should be with me,
cause with me you wouldn't be
lonely.

{CHORUS}

By the time I had finished writing the song, I figured I should check in on Paris and see how she was doing.

I walked casually into her room, fully expecting to see her sprawled out on the bed on her laptop or something.

What I found, though, was a room empty of Paris but with a black binder covered in writing that I had never seen before and a pen lying on the bed.

When I paused to listen, I could hear the running shower, so the question of where Paris was had been answered.

A normal person would have turned to go, but the binder sparked my curiosity.

It must've been pretty special if she had brought it with her for tour.

I padded over to the bed and sat on the edge, pulling the binder onto my lap.

Upon closer inspection, the cover of the binder was covered in silver sharpie scribbles, but the most prominent words were: "PARIS HADLEY: SONGWRITING".

The spark of curiosity I had felt ignited into a flaming inferno, and I opened the binder.

I sifted through page upon page of Paris's handwriting, finding some songs to be written neatly upon a crisp piece of unmarred lined paper, and others to be scrawled messily on a crumpled sheet of paper, tears staining the words.

As I got closer to the end of the filled pages, the songs stopped being about loneliness and other relatively deep and slightly depressing themes, and started to be about love.

I even found the one she sang and played on the piano that day.

The words written upon these pages were messy, as if the writer couldn't write down their happy thoughts fast enough.

My heart started to break, knowing that these songs were about Jake, and knowing what songs were probably later to come.

After scanning a song that expressed happiness and love but also fear of growing apart while away, I turned the page to find the next piece of paper littered with many tears, the ink smeared and blotchy.

I began to read, and my heart cracked further, reading how broken she was.

I flipped through pages of tear smattered songs, until I came to the very last filled page in the book.

The title was Unhappy Endings, and the lyrics were about how evil prevailed over good, and that fairy tales were full of lies, and had a bunch of fairy tale referenced twisted to meet the theme. {AUDIO OF THIS ABOVE}

Reading this song was what fully broke my heart, seeing that her hope and belief that good would always prevail had been tattered and broken.

At the moment that I was trying to process on what to do, Paris walked into the room fully dressed with her wet hair in a braid.

"LUKE!" She screeched. "WHAT ARE YOU DOING WITH MY BINDER? You didn't read it, did you?"
She hurried over to me and snatched the binder, snapping it shut and setting it on the nightstand.

"Um, yeah, I did," I confessed, tugging on her hand to pull her to sit beside me on the bed.
"No one's supposed to read those songs!" She said fretfully. "They're personal."
"They're amazing," I told her. "I didn't know you could write music like that!"
She shrugged. "It's just a release, a way to express myself without talking to people."
"I don't know why you don't publish some of them!" I said.
"I told you," she said fiercely, before softening again. "They're personal. They're not meant to be read."
"Well I read them," I stated. "Do you have music for each one?"
She nodded.

I grabbed the binder off of the desk and flipped to Unhappy Endings, setting it on her lap.
"Sing it to me," I asked, though it sounded more like a statement.
"I don't think-" she started.
"Please?" I said softly, grabbing her hand.

She sighed defeatedly, looked down at the paper, and took a deep breath.

She began to sing, and I closed my eyes, listening to her melodic voice telling the stories of wolves and dragons and princesses in towers, all weaved together into a song written by one forlorn girl.

When she finished the song, I opened my eyes to find hers filled with tears.

I instantly removed the binder from her lap and pulled her into a hug, letting her tears drip onto my shoulder.

She pulled way and wiped her eyes, giving a watery laugh. "So did you like it?"
I laughed, squeezing her hand. "It was incredible.'
She smiled. "Well I guess pain is good for something."
"Nah, that song's just pure talent," I smiled kissing her forehead.

I froze, fearing I had gone too far and given myself away or upset her, but she just smiled harder and buried herself in my arms again.

I rested my chin on top of her head, breathing in the scent of her newly washed hair and wishing that we could be in this same position in a different situation.

A/N: so yeah above we have an audio of Unhappy Endings recorded and written by yours truly. Make It Alright is also by me but I didn't do an audio for it because it takes a long time to do. But yeah if you could comment or something on whether or not you liked the song that would be great.

(P.S. I messed up on the bridge so that's why I hesitate 😂😂😂)