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Louis POV

After the short twenty minute ride I pulled up to her drive, speedily stepping out of the car. Without bothering to knock I walked through the door, but no one was in site. Impatiently I paced up the stairs knocking on her door, no answer, I checked her bathroom,still nothing. After a moment of searching I heard a piano, soft words played out from her lips as she broke into the chorus. Without hesitation  I walked to the end of the hall, opening one of the two double doors. There she sat, her back facing me only showing my her long auburn hair. Her voice played out through the room never missing a note. Her small pinkie hit the last note. making the piece even better.

"I absolutly love it when you do that."  I said. sighing in content, as I aproched her bench.  She smiled a small toothless smile while tears slipped form her eyes. 

"I dont love him Lou, I dont love Justin." She wishpered looking down. I sat there some-what shocked due to her earlier actions. Then she continued.

"I never said that I loved harry either, And I think part of me does, but I love someone more Lou." It took me a second to proscess her words before i sputtered out the words.

"WHO"  I said sounding despret.

"I want to tell you but I know the perosn doesnt feel the same." She said looking down at the black and white keys, absent-mindly placing her fingers on them. I then gained all the corage n my body, grabbed her hand, intertwined our fingers, and kissed her wrist.

" I looked up at her as I pulled back, only to see her tan skin tinted a tomato red, and more tears gatherong in her eyes.

"no," she wisperehd as she pulled her hand away.

 "Do you want to know what a wise person once told me? To fall in love with no fear, to always hope, even when you know it could hurt." I said whilist poking random keys. 

"its you."  she whispered. My head snapped in her direction. I looked in her eyes to only see truth. Every felling i ever felt for her sprang through me. My large hands cupped her face as my lips meet hers. 

"Thank god." I breathed out under my breath.

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