Chapter 28b - I won't let these little things slip

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Niall’s P.O.V.

'I didn't even get to sing my song to her' I thought. I would do anything to see her well again. I tried speaking, but I didn’t have the energy or the words. So I did what I always did when I didn’t have words to speak. I sang. I had written the song for her a few weeks ago. At that time, I never could have imagined that I would have been singing it to her under these circumstances, but here we were. No guitar. No romantic setting. No smile on her face or twinkle in her eye. But it was just the two of us, and I wasn’t going to lose that – not again. I took her hand in mine as I fought back the tears. I sang my song – her song – meaning every word. Hoping and praying that it would be the thing that brought her back. I heard light footsteps and I turned to see Zayn in the doorway. I instinctively pulled my hand away and quit singing, though I knew he had already seen and heard me.

Stacy’s P.O.V.

I was asleep, I think, and I could hear a voice soft and gentle. I think it was speaking to me, but I could not identify the words. I strained to listen, but my mind was so fluid that I could not will myself to focus. None of my thoughts crystallized. Then I felt a hand, warm and tender against my own. It felt so real, so familiar. Suddenly we were in a meadow. It was bright, but not too bright. He was holding my hand.

I could hear music, but I couldn't identify the melody. I had never heard it before, but I hoped that I would hear it again. The lyrics were the sweetest I had ever heard, but now I couldn't recall any of it. I felt his grip on my hand tighten ever so slightly, as if he never wanted to let go. I was hoping that he didn't. I could feel warmth, security, life against my palm and I wanted to hold on to it but my hand was numb. It was him. The same voice that was speaking to me before. He was singing. His voice began to fade, sounding muffled. I heard another voice, but it was way too distant to distinguish. His hand slipped out of mine and I sat there on the ground. Alone.

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