"just sit here and wait."
people always talk like that to her
like she's a child,
a baby
but she's not
Aimee is nog eighteen and is sitting on a chair in a pub full of drunk people
at least it's something
"they're all stupid and drunk so i suggest you should play something."
she nods and starts strumming her guitar
not that somebody is actually listening
after her song she stops playing and hears somebody walking towards her
"Aimee?'
she doesn't recognize the voice immediately
'it's me, Niall, remember?'
he chuckles which sounds familiar to her
"let me feel your hair."
he laughs again which makes her laugh softly too
she touches his hair
'don't mess it up will ya?"
"hi Niall"
"hi Aimee"
