My Muted Music Love

Chapter Nineteen

Chapter 19

Elizabeth

Niall reads the paper a few times before looking up at me and grinning. He doesn't even say anything, he just hugs me and gives me a few kisses. I push him away and tilt my head to the side, a smile tugging at my lips. 

"Can I help you?" I nodded my head. Of course, why wouldn't I want him to?

"Shouldn't you go to the doctor to see how to do it?" I shook my head and wrote down on the paper again.

'The last time I went, the doctor told me that to get my voice back I would need a specialist for it and what's the point in having a specialist when I can do it myself.'

"Correction. When we can do it ourselves." Niall says and I grin at him and pull him in for a kiss.

The next few weeks were utter hell. I found my throat hurting more and more everyday we tried to get me to speak. We tried looking online for different things that might help and found nothing that worked. I can't even say that all of this effort is worth it because I still haven't made the slightest of sounds not even a peep.

Even though my voice isn't getting better, my piano skills are. When it came to reading music I had to go over a few things, but outside of that I didn't forget much. Even though I started playing again, I've only played for Niall. The thought of actually playing in front of anyone else scares the life out of me. Niall seems to be the only person I truly trust and I feel myself falling deeper and deeper for him everyday.

He's the main reason why I didn't give up with this speaking thing. He keeps pushing me to speak and I think that the thought of me speaking again makes him happy. I like seeing him happy. So I keep trying to speak, I don't tell him how much it hurts or how I think that it's useless because I want to see him happy.

"Elizabeth? Elizabeth?" I got snapped out of my thoughts by Niall's voice. 

"Are you okay?" I nodded my head and kissed him.

"So, about this English paper..." I rolled my eyes and fell back. I really don't want to think about school right now. It's not that the assignment is really hard or anything, it's just that I'm a bit behind on my reading and don't feel like catching up at the moment.

"We could do it later." I nodded my head and leaned close to him and right when I got close to his lips, I pass them and peck his cheek.

I pull away and smile at his playful glare. He tackles me and pins me on the ground. He leans in and I peck him and flip us over once he loosens his grip. He starts tickling me and we roll around as silent tears fall down my face, well silent until a laugh escapes my lips. It was raspy and faint but it was there. I guess Niall heard it to because he stopped tickling me and had a shocked look on his face.

"Did you just? Did that? Are you?" Niall asks unable to finish his sentences. I grin and nod.

"Do you think you can say something?" I shrug my shoulders and try to make another sound only for nothing to come out. I frown and try again.Nothing comes out.

"Hey, you don't have to strain your voice. It's okay if you can't talk." I shake my head and continue to force my vocal cords to make sound. I end up making a sort of soft screeching noise before coughing up blood. Niall panics and rubs my back. He takes a water bottle and tries to give it to me, but I keep coughing.

"Oh my goodness, I'm so so so sorry Elizabeth. I didn't mean to make you try and talk. Let me go get help." I shake my head and tug his arm. I grab the water bottle he put down next to me and drink it. I smile to reassure him that I'm okay. 

"Are you sure you don't need me to get anything." I nod my head and Niall goes to get something to clean up the blood. My throat is sore and feels like it's burning. I try to say something, but all I hear is that soft screeching sound. I drink the rest of my water and once Niall comes back, I help him clean up.

"Don't try that again for a while please. You scared the life out of me." I nod my head, but I know that I'm lying. I just found out that there's a chance that I can talk. I'm going to keep trying no matter how much my throat hurts. I'm determined.

So after that I secretly started teaching myself to talk. It was really hard at first, but after a while the screeching stopped and I was able to say real words. It was raspy, quiet and if I spoke to much it would feel like I was drinking lava. Now I'm a little bit louder and I can say up to full sentences, but I haven't told Niall. I think he's scared that I would die or something so I'm waiting for a good time to tell him. 

I head out of the orphanage and go to the diner that Niall wanted to meet me at. I walk in and sit at the first available booth and waited for Niall. I get some water and think about when a good time to tell him would be. I finally decide on when he wants to try the talking thing again I'll go along with it so he thinks that I'm gradually getting better and he'll never know. 

"Hey babe." Niall walks up to me and pecks my lips before sitting across from me. I wave at him. 

"Did I keep you waiting long?" I shake my head and write on my napkin.

'Not really, come on let's get some food.' He agrees and we both get some burgers and fries and talk for what seems like hours. It's weird because I don't need to write much, he seems to be able to talk to me in a way that I can easily respond without writing with the conversation not having awkward breaks. It's hard to describe, but it makes it that much easier for me to fall deeper for him.

We leave a little bit before dark so we could watch the sun set. I kind of get worried as the weather doesn't look too great but I shrug it off. We sit down on the curb down the street from the orphanage and watch the sun set. He doesn't say anything and I don't try to start conversation. We just hold hands in silence. We weren't able to see much because the clouds covered the whole sky and it started to drizzle.

We both get up and it starts to pour. We try to run only for me to trip over his shoe and accidentally push him and have him break my fall. I feel super guilty as soon as I fell and got up automatically. I help him up and stumble into his chest. We both look each other in the eyes and I get lost in their deep blues. I lean in closer and put my lips on his. The kiss doesn't last long as water gets into my eyes and in my mouth. We pull away and run to the orphanage.

Once we get under the roof, our lips connect and move slowly against each other. I pull away and press my forehead against his. His breath fans my face as I get lost in his eyes, the blue orbs reminding me of the ocean with my love for him being the only thing that keeps me from drowning. There's a spark in them that warms me from the inside out. He looks happy and the thought of that makes my heart pound. My emotions start to overwhelm me and before I could stop myself three little words came out of my mouth,

'I love you.'