Trust Me (A One Direction Fan Fiction)

Chapter 2

Chapter 2

The cold, London air greeted me as I stepped outside the Starbucks within campus. Today was the beginning of my writing career. With a hot chocolate in my right hand, I walked briskly to my Creative Writing Skills class. I was fairly early; an hour to be exact. But when you start off in a different area, you can't run the risk of getting lost. Today, I was exploring. Maybe I could find a club to join or make some new friends.

I was wondering through empty rooms along the east wing, when I came across a room which held my favorite instrument in the world: a guitar. It had been quite awhile since I've played. I learned to play when I was ten; and start singing around that time as well. As time drifted on, I began to shrink away from an old, beloved passion. I needed to focus on my academics. Nothing could get in the way of my goal. But now as I think of it, I've missed it. The utter joy I felt when I performed a new song I learned; it was amazing. I loved music as much as writing. I just always felt there was a better chance of becoming an author, than there was becoming a performer. It's been a year since I had that one opportunity; but my life decided against it...

As always in situations like these, my feet moved before I fully realized what I was doing. My hand reached towards the neck of the beautiful instrument as my eyes darted towards every entrance. No one could know of this. I checked my phone and saw I had a nice fifteen minutes before class. One time; one time I would play, and I'm done. I had to leave this behind me. It was a dangerous thing for me to do. In the states, it became a threat. God knows what it could become here, in my new life.

I sat my self on a wooden chair by a small window, with the guitar carefully placed on my lap. I was astounded to find that every string was in exact tune. Brilliant. The only problem now was the selection of song. I racked just about every inch of my brain until I found it.

I never could forget how to play; no matter how many times I willed myself to. The chords and notes were played perfectly; as if this was meant for me. But I knew it wasn't. It never has been, at least to what I've been told. It was for those who had real talent; something I've never had nor will. My mind began to rid of any thoughts just as my cue came up.

"When you try your best; but you don't succeed...

When you get what you want; but not what you need...

When you feel so tired; but you can't sleep... Stuck in reverse..."

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​I walked into the flat finding the rooms spotless. Jeremy was trying to get on my good side; I just knew it. After refusing his constant requests to know about my life while he was gone, I blew up on him. I tried the excuse of "The past is the past", but he has never been one to let things go. Personally, it was a touchy subject; and I still couldn't believe it myself. Sleepless nights filled with crying myself to sleep, to only be tortured by nightmares, are what have kept the truth from sinking in.

I didn't want to believe it. If I did, I don't think I could ever make a full recovery. To forget my past would be the only way I could truly be free. Why couldn't I just be left in peace? I wish I had someone beside me to understand that not everything in life is as simple as you think; that maybe even the people you're the closest to, need their space. Just as I thought I was free from my troubles for at least a mere moment, Jeremy walked out from his bedroom.

"Hey, Ri you're home! I ordered some Chinese food, why don't we catch up a little while we're waiting?"

Oh boy.