The boys next door || completed

Don't you dare apologise

Emily's POV**

I open the door, holding Leondre's hand, laughing at him.

"Wow, I really can't believe you did that."

"Yeah, well-"

"You two have fun?" Alex appears, and I stop laughing.

"Hi," I say carefully.

He grins, nodding at me, smirking and disappearing.

"Weird." Leondre frowns, but I grin.

"He just approved." I laugh as he cheers. "Come on, dorky."

He pouts. "I'm not dorky."

"You're a massive dork. But you're my dork." I smile, kissing him. "Now come on."

I bring him up to my room, grab two guitars and lead the way out to my cabin.

I sit on one chair, him in another, and start playing. "You play, right?"

He shrugs, "Yeah, a little."

"Play something." We mess about, playing for a couple of hours, singing - and in Leondre's case, rapping - until he does something unexpected.

"You know Black Veil Brides?" I ask, and he starts singing 'Goodbye Agony' in response.

I join in for the chorus, and he grins at me.

"Wow. You can actually sing anything." He grins, and I stare at him.

"Nevermind me, you can sing?!" I smiles, looking at the guitar.

"Yeah, I don't really- I rap, Charlie sings."

"On your next cover, you are so singing, if I have to stand there and glare at you." I threaten, and he laughs.

"Hey, Lovebirds, Marianne wants to talk to us."

We get up, leaving the guitars and go to the house.

"What's going on?" Leondre asks the question we're all thinking, with Simon, Blair, Marianne, my dad and Alex stood around in the hall, as well as the three of us.

Alex throws another guitar at me (I have a lot of guitars, okay?) and answers, "show 'em."

I frown, walking back into the kitchen to get a barstool. I drag it out and sit on it, propping the guitar against my knee. I start to play, then look up at Alex and dad. "This is gonna get scary real, if you're gonna cry, please don't make me cry."

They nod, and Alex looks at me strangely.

I start again, getting to the fourth set before singing. "Words falling, from your mouth,
Like tears on my cheeks
Do you ever stop and think
'Bout what it does to me?
Punches and name calling,
What's it gonna be?
Whatever it is
My blood is spilling

It's these words that kill,
Not the knife, the jump or pills
So why aren't you fixing
Then instead of me

Everyday you hurt me
Intentionally
Though I try to act strong
Really I'm weak.
Black eye or bruised cheeks
What's it gonna be?
Who cares anyway
It's my blood you're spilling

And it's your words that kill
Not the knife, the jump or pills
So why aren't you
Fixing them instead of me

And they say,
'Suicide ain't an option'
But I'll tell you what
While they say that
They don't give a better one

And it's your words that kill
Not the knife, the jump or pills
So why aren't you
Fixing them instead of me

And it's your words that kill
Not the knife, the jump or pills
So why aren't you
Fixing them instead of me." I finish, looking up. Leondre, dad and Alex have disappeared, and Charlie is leaving.
Simon, Blair and Marianne look at me, shocked.

"Um, aha, hi?" I laugh nervously.

"That was amazing." Simon says, stunned.

I look down. "Thanks."

"Is that true?" Blair asks, and I nod.

"Every word. Sorry, I have to..." I hand Simon the guitar, jumping off the stool and going into the living room where I find my dad and brother in tears, Leondre breaking down into a pillow, and Charlie pacing, trying his best not to cry.

"Guys, I'm-"

"Don't you dare apologise." Charlie wraps me in a hug, and I can feel him crying.

"I made you all cry though." I argue, feeling like crying myself. "I should have played the other one."

"It was beautiful, and I'm glad you played that one it's really- ah sorry," Charlie sniffed.

"Don't talk just cry," I hug him tighter.

And we're all like that for ten minutes before Charlie's okay enough to stop crying.

"Sorry."

I glare at him. "Don't you dare apologise."

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