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Speak Your Mind

Speak Your Mind

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Ever since a traumatizing event five years ago, Piper Reed hasn't spoken a word, barely making even a simple sound. No one truly knows what happened that fateful night that robbed the then-fifteen-year-old of her parents and little sister, leaving her and her older brother to fend for themselves as best they could without much guidance aside from a grumpy old man on one side of their house and a peppy kindergarten teacher on the other. But when her best friends convince her to go on a vacation with them, how will she survive in a whole new country—as a mute, nonetheless? Add five pop sensations, hotel problems, and a load of rabid fangirls, and you have Piper's new situation. Can she make it through alive unscathed, or will there be more than just scratches?
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(You got here just in time to let me know I was worth saving) Everything is different, yet so eerily comfortable and the same. There's silence for a moment, and everything is still like the world is holding it's breath and waiting for the right moment to exhale. And then Louis is choking and gasping and his eyes are so wide and innocent and blue like deep pools of azure sea water in the Caribbean and Harry is chanting his name, whispering it softly into the air like a prayer. He rolls Louis on to his side and helps him clear the water from his lungs and he doesn't stop saying his name: Louis, Louis, Louis. He's pulling the older lad's body to his own, sitting him up and wrapping his arms around his shivering frame and rubbing reassuring circles on his back with his thumb and he still doesn't stop because all he can think about is: Louis, Louis, Louis.

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