The Mimic [In Editing]

Chapter Eight

"Harry?" I called out, entering in his room.

"In the bathroom!" He replied, and sure enough, the sound of the shower running was heard.

"Niall said his guitar was in your room so I'll borrow it!" I yelled back, so as to be heard over the sound of running water.

"Sure!" Holy fudge, that oh so hot voice of his...

Gulping, I gripped the guitar leaning on the wall, exiting as fast as I could.

The lads had already assigned individual rooms to us girls, knowing we would be trapped here for a while due to the screaming crowds wating ever so persistently outside for another glimpse. Happily for me, it was next to Harry's. Yes I still do have a fangirl side.

Reason being, for borrowing the guitar, I may have the skill of mimicking other people but there IS a catch. If I don't practice with it every now and then, like daily, I could lose my voice. I already had an experience of it back then, when I had first discovered the skill.

Swinging the door of my room open, I kicked it so it would shut, and sat on the abnormally extremely soft bed. I tested the strings, plucking it as my mind wandered back to Summer '09. Okay maybe not summer '09, I just wanted to quote that. It was around 2010..

It was a Saturday, I was with my friends in my house. We had just recently discovered my talent days before that, and were SUPER excited of trying it out. It was a pretty hectic week, so I didn't really have time to practice the skill. I was abruptly awakened by them jumping on my bed, pulled me off, greeted me a good morning(not really for me) and very rudely, ordered me to sing or they would steal all my posters of 1D.

I had nodded in agreement, opening my mouth to sing when...

Nothing.

Absolutely no words came out.

My friends were glaring and I was panicking, gesturing that I couldn't speak.

They started panicking too and just told me to hum.

So I did.

Fortunately, I was able to hum and soon, to say some words.

It took days before my voice was fully back to normal.

Meanwhile, I just wrote on a paper, showed it to my parents and they understood.

'Sore Throat'

I just wanted to keep it a secret for a while..

~Reality~

I shuddered, so do not want a repeat of THAT experience. I was so frightened that I would become a mute for the rest of my life.

See with great talent, comes great responsibility.

I sound so lame saying that.

Clearing my throat, I positioned my fingers, getting ready to sing.

Strumming the chords, I started.

"Don't try to make me stay, or ask if I'm okay;I don't have the answer,

Don't make me stay the night, or ask if I'm alright; I don't have the answer.."

I sang in Harry's voice, loudly since I knew majority of the rooms were soundproof.

"Heartache doesn't last forever; I'll say I'm fine.

Midnight, ain't no time for laughing;when you say goodbye."

Liam's voice this time.

"It makes your lips, so kissable; and your kiss unmissable.

Your fingertips so touchable; and your eyes irresistible."