My Darling ♥

chapter 66

Harry's POV.

i never really left the hospital. i stayed in a chair down the hallway from Lizzy's room.

when i heard Niall go into her room and close the door, i got up and stalked towards her door. 

i knew i couldn't go in there while he was there, so i turned around and slid my back down the door. i sat there listening for hours.

i heard Niall strumming his guitar. 

i may act like i dispise him.. but i pay attention. 

he only plays his guitar when he's sad.. but doesn't know how to admit it to anyone, because he hasn't yet admited it to himself yet.

he was just strumming, no singing. just soft simple notes falling from the simple movements of his fingers. 

i've heard him play this song many times before.. but never like this.

it was different.. completely different. 

because this time.. there was a voice.

i knew for a fact it wasn't Niall's. .. so it must be Lizzy's.

her voice is just as beautiful as Louis made it out to be. even though Louis only heard her sing a few words.. he could describe her voice in perfect detail.. to the very last perfection.

"it was the wicked and wild wind. blew down the doors just to let me in. shattered windows and the sound of drums. people couldn't believe what i'd become" she sings.

god, her voice is stunning.

Niall stops strumming. i can't hear any sound come through the door for a few seconds.. but then the strumming continues. 

"revolutionaries wait. for my head on a silver plate. just a puppet on a lonely string. oh who would ever want to be king?" the sing together.

their voices mashing together, perfectly in harmony. his strumming gets louder so it's at the right level for their voices.

"i hear Jerusalem bells a-ringing. Roman Calvary choirs a-singing. be my mirror, my sword my shied, my missionaries in a foreign field"

"for some reason i can't explain. i know Saint Peter won't call my name. never an honest word. but that was when i ruled the world" 

for w few seconds their voices were silent, and the only sound coming through the thick door was Niall's light strumming.

"woaaaooh. woaaaooh.. woaaaooh. woaaaooh" Lizzy's voice is carried through the room and hitting the door, swallowing my ear with its beautiful sound.

"i hear Jerusalem bells a-ringing. Roman Calvayr choirs a-singing. be my mirror, my sword, my shield, my missionaries in a foreign field"

"for some reason i can't explain. i know Saint Peter won't call my name. never an honest word. but that was when i ruled the world" 

their voices were silent, but the strumming continued for thirty seconds or so.

when the strumming stops, i can just barely hear the faint sound of Niall resting his guitar on the side of the wall.

"your voice still amazes me" i hear him say. 

no shit! her voice will amaze anyone and everyone.

"why?" she asks.

"because. it's so incredible, i'm surprised you're not famous"

stupid comment #1

you dickhead. can't you tell she doesn't want to be famous! if she wanted to be famous.. then she would be. plain and simple.