The diagnosis

Chapter 22

Andy

I continued behind the boys until we were almost to the dressing room. That's was when Niall looked around and asked "where'd Andy go?" Harry's head shot up and looked around nervously until he saw me behind them. "I'm still here." I said with as much enthusiasm as I could muster. Harry slowed down and laced his fingers with mine.

I smiled up at his tall frame. His touch warmed my chilled body but he had to let go to go do sound check. So, I went exploring of the large arena while the boys did their rehearsals. On my adventure, I found a room with a piano and a guitar. I'll have to remember this room. I thought to myself. Finally, I watched the boys with their sound check!

When they were finished we all walked walked back into the room we were in before. I greeted Lou, remembering how kind she had been to me while getting me ready for the VMAs. I sat with Lux when the boys were getting their hair done. Lux was adorable! Within no time, she was sitting on my lap and talking with me with so much enthusiasm. I was really feeling the love with her. Harry smiled widely when he saw the two of us together.

After they were all pretty looking, even though they always look a-freakin-mazing, Lou and Lux left. A soft hum of noise filled the room. It was the opening act. I felt my heart speed up slightly. I was a pretty big fan of 5SOS, not gunna lie. "Were going to have to get going, I love you." Harry said giving me a kiss on this lips. 

"Okay! see ya after the show guys! Have fun and break a leg, but not actually!" I said with a wave. As soon as they were gone, I slipped out of the room and found my way back to the room with the piano and the guitar. Out of my baggy sweater, I pulled out the one journal that meant a lot to me. My song book. Where I just randomly wrote bad songs. Sometimes I would even play the piano and guitar with it.

That was the depressed feeling I had gotten before, I hadn't sung or wrote in a while. I don't really know why I hadn't told the boys about my writing or singing. I shrugged my shoulders and sat down on the bench in front of the piano and beside the guitar. I opened the book and smiled slightly as I looked at all the songs I had written at different points in my life. 

I picked one and began playing and singing. This one is called Given Up. (By Linkin Park, all credit to them. But the version she is singing is slightly different, on Piano, slower, sort of different sound, a girl singing, and slightly different words. That type of feel. Or just listen to the words :P )

"Waking in a sweat again

Another day's been laid to waste

In my disgrace

Stuck in my head again

Feels like I'll never leave this place

There's no escape

I'm my own worst enemy

I've Given up

I'm sick of feeling

Is there nothing you can say?

Take this all away

I'm suffocating!

Tell me what is

wrong with me?

I don't know what to take

thought I was focused but I'm scared

I'm not prepared

I hyperventilate

Looking for help somehow somewhere

And no one cares

I'm my own worst enemy