brona ➳ niall horan

five

the piano i have in my living room - it's still there.

my guitar laid beside it as always.

i still remember you taught me how to play the piano.

you always stuck beside me,

although i always said

"you won't be able to teach me anything like this, babe"

whenever we got bored on playing the piano,

i would play the guitar,

and you always ask me after,

"are your fingers okay?"

i always give you a reassuring nod,

but now

all i can do

is shake my head in quiet sobs.