As the noise from the keys of the piano came to a end, El bowed her head in embarrassment. She wouldn't allow the boys of famous One Direction see her cry after a terrible performance. She didn't know why they brought her to this stupid recording studio in the first place. What were they trying to accomplish? Embarrass her as they waiting for the late as usual Harry Styles to come to record their new album before they set for tour. El felt upset, she didn't know what they would say to the lyrics she has practiced over and over to get them right. No matter how hard she tried she knew it wasn't good enough to be as good as the boys.
There millions of questions swarming her brain and she could barely think straightly. What would they think of the song? Of her playing, of her voice?It cracked a couple of times, when the emotion was too much. It always did, but El never knew how to stop it from happening. What if they laugh? They aren't saying anything, maybe they turned of the sound so I can't hear them? She just wanted to make the boys proud, but there was that nagging feeling of guilt was lingering around.
The reaction of the boys to the song El dubbed "Warrior" was a totally different one than El had expected. Just like the cover of Breathe Me by Sia, the boys felt every pain she experienced growing up until now. She wants to move on from it all, but it still haunts her everyday. There were always be deep, nonfading scars all over her body. She can be ashamed of her scars, but in a way she is letting everyone know that she is stronger now, and no one will hurt her again.
Harry's already red and puffy eyes were even puffier with tears streaming down his goofy face. He watched the performance in awe, the words leaving his mouth, he had no idea how to actually comfort his fiancé. All he could do is stand there, body numb, and relieved almost. He knew this was El's closure to her past, that she needed. To forget her father, the bullies, and the monster with blue eyes.
Tears streamed down the rest of the boy's face as they sat there in the silence that encased them. They weren't ashamed to let their tears flow freely. The almost haunting lyrics ran through each of their minds. "Warrior," was one of the best words to describe El. She is a warrior, and she is always going to go through the battles.
Remember, there is always gonna be another mountain, but you have to climb those rocky peaks. Once you get to the top and you see the scenery, it's beautiful and serene. El is dear to all the boys heart, and they just want El to climb this final mountain and win. Liam pressed the end to the recording before El's sobs could really be heard on it, he wanted to send it to Simon because he thought that recordining wasn't a performance El could give again. This one came from her heart, you could hear it as she climbed those notes and choruses.
Like the rest of the boys, Liam understood her pain through the lyrics. Liam used to walk the around the house while Harry was with the kids and El wasn't in the state to leave the safe haven, he used to listen to her sweet melodic voice singing. He used to sit outside the music room in the cottage as she put the notes together, stumbled over words, and cries. Liam knew she was using music as her therapy in order to be like a normal person, and pushed herself really hard.
Sometimes he would peer through the door to snoop. He always would see the same thing, El sitting in front of the piano with a worn song book, the diary we thought we confiscated (it was the one that would remind her of the past), and her fingers tracing the faded scars. Then Liam would watch her trace the small scar on her forehead that connect to her scalp that is now covered with her hair. During the surgery they had to shave her head to make the cut to get in there, and after her brain started to swell they tried another surgery which wasn't as successful. Her hair grew as she slept still on that uncomfortable white bed.
"El, is it okay if I come in?" he whispered, as none of the other boys could move. They were stuck to the ground, unable to put words together. Harry took the sleeping Eli from Liam's arms and snuggled him closely. El still didn't answer Liam, but everyone in the room knew she needed comfort.
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Not All Love Stories Are Rainbows and Butterflies. (Sequel to TDTLF)
FanfictionShe was back. My El was back. ******************** The doctors said that El waking up from her comatose state was a miracle in its own. They have never seen such a case in their lives. No one knows how she did it, how she woke up. They only know...
