Always (A One Direction Fanfiction)

Chapter Fifteen: Fountain

"You know what?"

"What?"

"Love is like a train, you shouldn't have to squeeze yourself in if there isn't anymore space."

"Why?"

"Because there's always the next one."

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A soft rap on the wood of my doorway wakes me up, and I groan.

"Honey? Please come out, you haven't eaten for two days." My mum says softly.

My stomach grumbles, and I can't deny that I would kill for a cheeseburger- minus the cheese.

I sit up and look at myself in the mirror.

My head looks like a birds nest, my eyes are swollen and puffy, and my cheeks are still stained with tears.

I take a deep breath, "I'll take a shower first and I'll come down." my voice quivers and I can barely recognize my voice because of who raspy and low it sounds.

I hear her sigh and make her way down the stairs.

I stand up from my bed and take out a pair of black jeans, a gray shirt and white chucks.

Today, I will actually do something productive.

Today, I'll find something, anything.

I take a quick hot shower, dress up, apply a bit of makeup to hide the puffiness of my eyes, put on a black beanie to tame my wavy hair, and make my way downstairs.

Mum looks startled when I enter the room, and I try my best to give her a smile.

There's Chicken, beef, and pasta on a plate beside her and I mumble a small thank you before sitting beside her and eating my food.

I eat, in silence and when I finish, my mum decides to speak up.

"Where are you going?" She asks, curiosity clear in her voice.

I'm happy she hasn't asked me what's wrong yet, because I have a feeling I would just break down again if she does.

"I don't know, somewhere fun I guess." I say with as much excitement as I can muster which ends up almost monotone.

She looks concerned but nods.

"Harry and the others called by the way." she says.

"Multiple times." She adds.

I give her a small nod and she heads upstairs, probably worried.

I go into the rec room and get my favorite guitar before heading out.

I walk, with no destination in mind and I feel at peace with myself.

I end up at the local park and sit down on one of the many benches.

I look around and see there are a few street performers around so I won't stand out that much.

I remove my guitar from it's case and take a deep breath before strumming the chords to what you know by two door cinema club.

During the second verse, a small crowd forms around me and I'm happy for the company, since I've been ignoring everything for two days.

I smile, a real genuine smile and the small audience smile back, pleased.

I close my eyes and continue singing, when at the chorus another voice is singing with me.

This person's voice sounds quite familiar, and so beautifully low it sends