Chapter Eighteen

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Dedicated to: @nicolepayne19

Come and Get It by Selena Gomez

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 Eleanor's P.O.V.

I woke up around seven. I remembered it was my birthday. Wow. I was twenty years old. Whatever. It made no difference to me. I got out of bed and put on a white and blue striped tank top and shorts. I added black sandals, an Alex and Ani bracelet, and a union jack case for my iPhone. My hair was in a messy bun. I went into the kitchen to find Liam there.

"Good morning Eleanor, and happy birthday!" he said.

"Good morning to you too! Thanks!" I said.

"Here's some Starbucks."

"Thanks!"

"You're welcome. Now follow the pebbles."

 I turned around, and sure enough, there was a trail of pebbles. I smiled to myself. These boys were clever. I followed the trail, which led down to the music room. Niall was in there.

"Hey, happy birthday! I was wondering if you wanted to try playing 'Just Give Me A Reason' by Pink. I'll do the other part," he said.

"Sure, but I'll suck," I joked.

We sat down. Niall started playing his guitar. I started singing.

Right from the start

You were a thief

You stole my heart

And I your willing victim

I let you see the parts of me

That weren't all that pretty

And with every touch you fixed them

Now you've been talking in your sleep, oh, oh

Things you never say to me, oh, oh

Tell me that you've had enough

Of our love, our love

Just give me a reason

Just a little bit's enough

Just a second we're not broken just bent

And we can learn to love again

It's in the stars

It's been written in the scars on our hearts

We're not broken just bent

And we can learn to love again

Then he sang.

I'm sorry I don't understand

Where all of this is coming from

I thought that we were fine

(Oh, we had everything)

Your head is running wild again

My dear we still have everythin'

And it's all in your mind

(Yeah, but this is happenin')

You've been havin' real bad dreams, oh, oh

You used to lie so close to me, oh, oh

There's nothing more than empty sheets

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