Falling for Naill Horan

I paced back in forth in the small room. I calmed down enough to know that it was empty. Completely bare.Every slight movement I made whether it was a deep breathe, or a heart beat, the floor creaked in pain and the walls seemed to bend slightly in unison.There was a wood flooring and the walls were a maroon slightly orange. So far I've counted One-thousand,two-hundred and seventy-three steps. I turned around once more and started walking towards the opposite wall. Zayn refused to let me out. Its only been an hour but I'm going crazy in this solitary confinement. At least he let me have my guitar. I Glared at the wooden polished instrument that gleamed in the dull room. It was about 3 hours till sunset. I needed air. I slumped in a heap against the wall staring at the guitar.

"What are you looking at?" I scowled at the damn thing. great, now I'm talking to things that don't even have a soul. Yay me. I get up walked to it. I wonder how she is. What if shes still in pain. Is she even in pain? is she even still breathing..? I threw my weak throbbing fist at the weak walls again. I couldn't live without her. Its only been what... two days? a week? Since Iv met her? I let my hand slide down the wall slowly. I looked at the guitar again. Its polished finish gleamed for hope that I would pick it up. I slide down the wall beside it and pulled it into my arms. I just picked at the strings for minutes on end. I didn't wanna play, I wanted Kristy. I remember the song I was writing for her When we were in my room before it all happened. She was so curious about it.. I played a chord and let the hollow sound fill the room and then played it once more.

"this could never start" The words slipped out of my mouth with out me even thinking. I griped the guitar strings tighter as I let the rest of my sentence tumble out with the rhythm. She was the one thing worth living for, and Im losing it