Give Me Music
Give Me...A Choice
Chapter 3
I quietly opened my door. What am I doing trying to sneak into my house? Oh yeah, cause of that stupid smizing guy annoying me. I’ve never done this in my life. Why did this happen to me? I’ve always ate my vegetables, done extra credit work, help out teachers, listened to my parents, I‘m even head of the school charity club! You may think I’m over exaggerating but my parents are crazy strict. They are going to kill me.
CREAK.
Oh shit.
I accidentally stepped on the one floorboard that makes a huge creaking noise. I paused. Okay maybe my mum’s out, thank god. I slowly straightened out.
“ANNALISE.” I heard my mum shout out.
Damn it.
I really thought I got away with it but apparently not. I walked into the living room, thinking of all these horrible thoughts.
“Annalise, don’t walk like that!” My mother scolded. She was sitting on the chair alongside my dad who was shaking his head disappointed.
I bit my lip and looked down. “Sorry.”
“For what?”
“Being late.”
“Why were you late?”
I hesitated. “I don’t know”
“You should have been at home revising! I was worried sick! I had to call your father to home from work Money doesn’t grow on trees!” She crossed her arms, looking even more menacing.
I took a deep breath. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to be so late. I... just. I was practising my music.”
If I told them about the smizing guy then they would never let me out again.
“You were meant to come home straight away.”
“I w-”
“We know that your grade in law is dropping back down to a B. You said that you would get an A*. I don’t think you revised properly for that test.” My mother pursed her lips and narrowed her eyes, while my dad just sat next her with an angry look. “You’ve been wasting too much time on your little musical pieces. You need a stable job Annalise. Music will get you nowhere in life. Trust me.”
“Bu-” I tried speaking but no.
“You’ll regret it for the rest of your life.”
“I-”
“It’s not worth it. Just spending your life chasing this ridiculous dream that will never happen”
If I was going to stand up for one thing it would be my music.
“My music is the only thing going in my life. You, my own parents, hardly even talk to me. The only time you would dare even speak to me is when my grades just slightly drop on a test that doesn’t even matter at all in my life. Do you really want to take my music? The one thing I actually love? It’s helped me through my life and everything. Why are doing this to me? Can’t you just have a little faith that I could do something with music?”
I saw something flicker in my parents’ eyes but in a second it disappeared.
My mum stood up with a stony expression. “George take her instruments and put them in the attic.”
My dad walked upstairs to my room.
What? Tears raced to my eyes, my fists clenched.
“What?” I choked out.
“You heard me.”
“Why?”
“You know why.”
“Please.” I resorted to begging, I could hear the desperation in my voice.
“I will not have you speak to me like that. Now what I say goes.”
Something just broke inside. I couldn’t feel anything anymore. Why my music?
“Please mum.”
Her feelings were obvious.
I raced upstairs to see my Dad covering my piano and tying the cloth down.
“Dad?” Tears streamed down my cheeks.
“No. Your mother warned you. You need to realise that actions have consequences.”
He took my other instruments to the attic just after peering through the doorway saying, “It’s better this way.”
I was then left in my empty bedroom with no more music in my life.
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Zayn’s POV
I slipped on my glasses. They were such a pain sometimes, I preferred wearing contact lenses most of the time unless I’m home and I don’t go out then it’s not that bad.
“Annalise’s book,” I whispered to myself, reading the inside cover of the notebook.
I drank some of my tea and got comfy to read what this girl had in this book. Wait. Should I be reading this? Is this my best idea? Well, it’s gotta be better than that time where I helped Louis and Harry prank Niall and Liam even thought that was pretty funny. I mean, Liam panicking over where his Toy Story Trilogy was and when Niall woke up with green hair...even though he started laughing about it himself. I had a funny feeling about this.
It’s not like I had anything else better to do.
Come Zayn, stop being a pussy and just do it.
I turned the page just to be confronted by words after words, notes after notes and just so many scribbles on the page. I read one of the paragraphs:
“Take a chance on me
You need to believe
In my dreams
My thoughts
Just some faith in me”
As I flicked through the pages, I realised that there were so many different emotions whirling through this notebook. It was kind of like a diary but in music form. There were different tempos, moods, words and dynamics.
She was really good at this.
I thought about what she looked like. She was good looking with a heart shaped face, dark brown eyes and hair. She was pretty rude though. I don’t think she was a fan.
“ZAYNIE-POO.”
Harry’s words echoed through the flat, I could hear the boys’ voices and conversations. I quickly snapped the book closed and hid it under my pillow.
My bedroom door ripped open by a smiling curly haired freak followed by the rest.
Louis laughed, “Well well well, look at what we have here. A red faced, out of breath Malik in his bedroom alone. I think we know what our little Zaynie’s been up to.”
Harry joined in. “Ooo, Zayn. You knew we were coming. Did you just fancy doing a quick one before we got here?”
I rolled my eyes, trying not to look embarrassed, that would just fuel them even more. Niall was just there laughing his head off, Liam was silently laughing and shaking his head, Harry and Louis was leaning on each other laughing their heads off.
“I wasn’t doing anything.” I muttered.
“Sure you weren’t,” Louis said, winking.
“I wasn’t!” I protested.
“DID JIMMY PROTEST?”
That made Niall double over in laughter.
“Come on, let’s leave Zayn to clean up his mess.” Liam smirked, the boys slowly followed him to the kitchen, probably just to eat all my food. Niall was just lying there on the floor laughing till he realised they were in the kitchen then looked at me and then to the kitchen, gave me a salute and ran off.
Thanks a lot guys.
I quietly opened my door. What am I doing trying to sneak into my house? Oh yeah, cause of that stupid smizing guy annoying me. I’ve never done this in my life. Why did this happen to me? I’ve always ate my vegetables, done extra credit work, help out teachers, listened to my parents, I‘m even head of the school charity club! You may think I’m over exaggerating but my parents are crazy strict. They are going to kill me.
CREAK.
Oh shit.
I accidentally stepped on the one floorboard that makes a huge creaking noise. I paused. Okay maybe my mum’s out, thank god. I slowly straightened out.
“ANNALISE.” I heard my mum shout out.
Damn it.
I really thought I got away with it but apparently not. I walked into the living room, thinking of all these horrible thoughts.
“Annalise, don’t walk like that!” My mother scolded. She was sitting on the chair alongside my dad who was shaking his head disappointed.
I bit my lip and looked down. “Sorry.”
“For what?”
“Being late.”
“Why were you late?”
I hesitated. “I don’t know”
“You should have been at home revising! I was worried sick! I had to call your father to home from work Money doesn’t grow on trees!” She crossed her arms, looking even more menacing.
I took a deep breath. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to be so late. I... just. I was practising my music.”
If I told them about the smizing guy then they would never let me out again.
“You were meant to come home straight away.”
“I w-”
“We know that your grade in law is dropping back down to a B. You said that you would get an A*. I don’t think you revised properly for that test.” My mother pursed her lips and narrowed her eyes, while my dad just sat next her with an angry look. “You’ve been wasting too much time on your little musical pieces. You need a stable job Annalise. Music will get you nowhere in life. Trust me.”
“Bu-” I tried speaking but no.
“You’ll regret it for the rest of your life.”
“I-”
“It’s not worth it. Just spending your life chasing this ridiculous dream that will never happen”
If I was going to stand up for one thing it would be my music.
“My music is the only thing going in my life. You, my own parents, hardly even talk to me. The only time you would dare even speak to me is when my grades just slightly drop on a test that doesn’t even matter at all in my life. Do you really want to take my music? The one thing I actually love? It’s helped me through my life and everything. Why are doing this to me? Can’t you just have a little faith that I could do something with music?”
I saw something flicker in my parents’ eyes but in a second it disappeared.
My mum stood up with a stony expression. “George take her instruments and put them in the attic.”
My dad walked upstairs to my room.
What? Tears raced to my eyes, my fists clenched.
“What?” I choked out.
“You heard me.”
“Why?”
“You know why.”
“Please.” I resorted to begging, I could hear the desperation in my voice.
“I will not have you speak to me like that. Now what I say goes.”
Something just broke inside. I couldn’t feel anything anymore. Why my music?
“Please mum.”
Her feelings were obvious.
I raced upstairs to see my Dad covering my piano and tying the cloth down.
“Dad?” Tears streamed down my cheeks.
“No. Your mother warned you. You need to realise that actions have consequences.”
He took my other instruments to the attic just after peering through the doorway saying, “It’s better this way.”
I was then left in my empty bedroom with no more music in my life.
----------------------------
Zayn’s POV
I slipped on my glasses. They were such a pain sometimes, I preferred wearing contact lenses most of the time unless I’m home and I don’t go out then it’s not that bad.
“Annalise’s book,” I whispered to myself, reading the inside cover of the notebook.
I drank some of my tea and got comfy to read what this girl had in this book. Wait. Should I be reading this? Is this my best idea? Well, it’s gotta be better than that time where I helped Louis and Harry prank Niall and Liam even thought that was pretty funny. I mean, Liam panicking over where his Toy Story Trilogy was and when Niall woke up with green hair...even though he started laughing about it himself. I had a funny feeling about this.
It’s not like I had anything else better to do.
Come Zayn, stop being a pussy and just do it.
I turned the page just to be confronted by words after words, notes after notes and just so many scribbles on the page. I read one of the paragraphs:
“Take a chance on me
You need to believe
In my dreams
My thoughts
Just some faith in me”
As I flicked through the pages, I realised that there were so many different emotions whirling through this notebook. It was kind of like a diary but in music form. There were different tempos, moods, words and dynamics.
She was really good at this.
I thought about what she looked like. She was good looking with a heart shaped face, dark brown eyes and hair. She was pretty rude though. I don’t think she was a fan.
“ZAYNIE-POO.”
Harry’s words echoed through the flat, I could hear the boys’ voices and conversations. I quickly snapped the book closed and hid it under my pillow.
My bedroom door ripped open by a smiling curly haired freak followed by the rest.
Louis laughed, “Well well well, look at what we have here. A red faced, out of breath Malik in his bedroom alone. I think we know what our little Zaynie’s been up to.”
Harry joined in. “Ooo, Zayn. You knew we were coming. Did you just fancy doing a quick one before we got here?”
I rolled my eyes, trying not to look embarrassed, that would just fuel them even more. Niall was just there laughing his head off, Liam was silently laughing and shaking his head, Harry and Louis was leaning on each other laughing their heads off.
“I wasn’t doing anything.” I muttered.
“Sure you weren’t,” Louis said, winking.
“I wasn’t!” I protested.
“DID JIMMY PROTEST?”
That made Niall double over in laughter.
“Come on, let’s leave Zayn to clean up his mess.” Liam smirked, the boys slowly followed him to the kitchen, probably just to eat all my food. Niall was just lying there on the floor laughing till he realised they were in the kitchen then looked at me and then to the kitchen, gave me a salute and ran off.
Thanks a lot guys.
7/24/13