Imagines (5SOS and 1D)

About Last Night (M.C) PART 9

HIS POV

"'Cause I'm really not fine at all."

I sing the last line, and the room erupts into a round of loud applause.

I see her, watching me and I can see the uneasiness.

"Thank you," I said as the applause died down.

"I just have one more song to sing," I decided.

Her eyes watched me as I set up my guitar.

"That last song was a song written for my band. This one was one I wrote myself with the help of one of my band members. Again I'd like to dedicate this song to a girl. A girl who has broken my heart. She is my very own heartbreak girl."

I paused again and watched her reaction.

I could see the confliction on her face and I knew she was trying to hide her feelings.

"This song is called Close As Strangers, and I'm singing this now because I'm feeling this way with this girl. But I wish I didn't. I wish things were different."

I strummed the guitar, but this time kept my eyes down.

I couldn't look at her whilst I sang, I couldn't let her see how much pain I was in.

I'd managed to hurt myself whilst hurting her and I couldn't live with that guilt anymore.

I needed her to hear my voice again.

I wanted to do this days ago but I knew if I called she wouldn't be there.

This was my only way of reaching her.

The timezones were pushing us as far apart as possible.

Or so I thought.

This mistake I'd made had pushed us even farther apart than a timezone could.

But I wouldn't give up, no matter how much it hurt me.

"I feel like we're as close as strangers
Won't give up
Even though it hurts so much"

I sang those words to her making sure she heard, that she knew.

She watched me with glistening eyes, and I could see the pain she was trying to hide.

I play the chords, once again keeping my eyes down as they begin to blur and cloud over with unshed tears.

I didn't want her to see my pain.

I played the last few chords, sang the last few words and shed my last invisible tear.

"Thank you," I muttered into the microphone, as I was met with an applause.

I didn't feel that I deserved any kind of applause.

The reason I'd got up there at all was completely unbalanced.

It wasn't fair.

I stepped down from the stool, put away my guitar and escaped to the bar.

I didn't look up for her, I didn't acknowledge the people patting me on the back or shaking my hand.

I just got lost in my own thoughts.

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