My Muted Music Love

Chapter Nine

Chapter 9

Elizabeth

I woke up the next morning, prepared to go to school. That is until I tried to move. When I had stretched, I felt a searing pain go through my whole body that actually caused a few tears to fall onto my cheeks. I took deep breaths and got out of the bed, only for my legs to give out on me and for me to fall to the ground with a loud thump. I flinch from the pain and let the tears flow down my cheeks freely as I try to regain my breath. I must've woke Niall up because he was suddenly right in front of me, picking me up, and gently placing me on the bed.

"Did you fall off?" He asked worriedly and I shook my head.

"Did you get up out of bed?" He asks confused and I nodded my head.

"Why?" He asks and I look at him with an 'isn't it obvious' expression and he seemed to have found out the answer to his question.

"You want to go to school?" He makes sure his prediction is right and I just nod my head. "Well you're not going and neither am I. You are too injured to go to school and I will take care of you." He stated and I gave him a weak smile before relaxing on his bed.

"Do you want to call your parents to tell them that you're okay?" Niall asks and I just shake my head, biting the inside of my cheek to prevent myself from crying. He looks at me confused, but leaves it alone. He asks me if I want to eat breakfast, but I just shake my head and curl myself up into a ball. When he leaves to get breakfast, I let myself cry.

I wish my parents were here. They still would've been here if I hadn't went to that stupid recital. They probably hate me now. They are probably disappointed in how horrible I turned out. How useless. How pathetic. How weak. Everything they probably wouldn't even want in a daughter. I'm a disgrace and I bet they're glad that they're dead. So now they don't have to deal with me.

What's so wrong with me? What have I done so wrong to make me deserve all of this. After High School I will have no where to go. I don't have enough money for college. The orphanage will kick me out once I turn eighteen. I can't do much since most jobs require being able to talk and I can't do that, can I? All I can do is enjoy High School while it lasts, even if everyone treats me terribly, and let myself rot and die after that. I have no purpose, at all.

When I hear Niall's footsteps, I wipe away my tears and take a few deep breaths to keep me calm. He enters the room with a bowl. He sets the bowl on the dresser beside his bed and sits on it smiling at me. He picks up the bowl and passes it to me.

"This is some soup my mom made. It will help you feel better." I smile at his efforts and take the soup. I finish it feeling pretty full and lean against the headboard.

"Do you want to hold my phone so you could talk to me?" Niall asked and I nodded my head. After pressing a few things, he passed me his phone. We had random conversations, most of which was us asking each other questions, and enjoyed each other's company.

We decided to watch some film after a few hours of 'talking' to each other. After making the popcorn, Niall played the movie. By the end of the film, Niall had finished all of the popcorn without letting me have any. This guy must love his food.

'You couldn't let me have some popcorn?' I typed and he just shrugged.

"I thought that it wasn't healthy enough for you to eat, I don't want you feeling worse then you already do." I roll my eyes at his excuse, but decide not to reply. We sit there in silence for a while before Niall interrupts it by clearing his throat.

"Um... Elizabeth. Can I... Um.. Ask you a question?" Niall stutters out and I look at him weirdly before nodding my head.

"Will you be my um... Girlfriend?" He hesitantly asks.

Girlfriend. Girlfriend. Niall Horan wants me to be his girlfriend. Is this some kind of joke? I mean, we've only known each other for about a week. And why would anyone want to date me, the freak? But he has proven to me that he is really nice and actually looked passed the fact that I was mute and didn't look down on me. That must mean something. But again, why would anyone want me as a girlfriend? I'm just a defect. Some piece of worthless garbage in the world. Damaged beyond repair. Why would he want me to be his girlfriend, of all people?

But when I look into his blue orbs, I just remember all of the butterflies in my stomach when he's around. The warm tingles that rush through me whenever I feel his touch. His contagious laugh and perfect smile. How caring he is and how accepting he was of me. I can't believe that someone this amazing wants to be with some piece of trash like me, but I might as well take advantage of it. I slowly nod my head and watch as a big smile spreads across his face.

He then pulls me in and kisses me. This was nothing like that guy who had pulled me in the closet. Niall's lips were soft against mine and the butterflies in my stomach were going haywire. My skin felt on fire as he held on to me. I slowly move my lips in sync with his as I dig my hands through his blonde locks. He licks my bottom lip a few times before nibbling on it which caused me to gasp. Right when I did, his tongue entered my mouth and our tongues moved against each other passionately. We continued to kiss until we had to take a break for air.

We were both breathing heavily, our faces close to each other as our foreheads touched. We were looking intently at each other until Niall pecked my lips and pulled away from me. I lightly touched my swollen lips and smiled.

Now that was one heck of a kiss.