The Broken Girl {Niall Horan}

Chapter 4

please read my authors note at the end!!! Well that's about it!

Enjoy(:

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Rachel's POV

This house was massive. I have never seen anything like it. I have been here for a couple of hours and I still haven't gotten use to it. We just finished dinner when Harry asked if we wanted to watch a movie. I didn't care so I let them fight out what movie we would watch. It ended up being iron man. We all changed and sat around the room to watch the movie.

Half way through it Louis and Zayn passed out and Liam had gone to bed. Louis was next to me snoring, causing me to laugh. It was so funny. His mouth is hanging wide open and his head is hanging off the back of the couch. This can not be comfy...

"Hey, where is the bathroom?" I whisper to Harry, suddenly feeling the need to pee.

"Third door on the left at the top of the stairs." He answered quietly.

I slowly walked around a sleeping Zayn on the floor and made my way up the stairs. Once I reached the top, I realized all of the records and awards, along with pictures hanging on the wall. I got so caught up that when I looked down the hall, I had forgotten which door he said. Harry said the second door on the left, right?

I padded down the hall and opened the door. Well this isn't a bathroom. Music instruments filled the room in all the corners and guitars on the wall. A beautiful black grand piano sat right in the middle of the room, facing the window opposite of the door.

I haven't played a piano in such a long time. I use play everyday but once my family died, I found Austin and he hated the piano so I stopped. Only when I visited my aunt at her house, would I get to play. She had a small piano and I would sometimes get away while Austin was at work and go play for her there.

Something is drawing me to the piano. I really would like to play it. I miss the way my fingures would run over the keys and the way I could just get lost in playing a few random chords. They won't mind will they?

I hope not. Maybe I'll just hit a few notes and be done. I leave the door cracked just in case and make my way to the beautiful piano. I sit down on the stool infront of it and lay my fingeres gently on the keys. I hit a few notes and they remind me immediately of the song I wrote. It was about 2 years after my family was killed and it was the first time Austin and I had a "break up". I promised I wouldn't go back to him but I ended up doing just that when he said he would get help, and I let him hurt me, yet again. I had somehow worked up enough courage to play that day because I felt like I going to be okay. my aunt gave me really encouraging words and it helped. She died shortly after that, I went back to Austin, and gave up playing.

I didn't even sing the song I wrote. I just wrote down lyrics. I never sing. No one has ever heard me sing. My family did, but that's it. Not Austin, not friends, no one.

But sitting here, with this beautiful piano infront of me and the song swirling in my head, I sing along with the piano as I begin to play slowly.

(a/n: I know this is a Demi Lovato song but for the sake of the book, please pretend Rachel wrote it. Thanks)

This is a story that I have never told

I gotta get this off my chest to let it go

I need to take back the light inside you stole

You're a criminal

And you steal like you're a pro

The words flow past my lips and I begin to close my eyes, my fingures finding every key with easy.