When He Does Come Home

I wake up in the morning, get dressed, and walk over to my keyboard. I’m not that good at piano, but others think that I have a gift. I attempt at playing One Republic’s Counting Stars, and fail my first seven times. On my 8th attempt, I sing along with it. When I sing along, I go through without any mistakes. I stare in wonder after the last chord. I did it. I hear a soft applause behind me. I turn around to see Niall standing there, his facial expression, impressed? “How long have you been standing there?” I ask him. “Since you started the song.” He tells me. I have no words. Someone has discovered my supposed-to-be-hidden talent. I stare at him. “Don’t tell anyone.” I croak. “Not even Liam?” I flinch back from the words. “Especially not Liam.” I say, looking away from him.

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