In A Heartbeat
Crying
Melody's POV
"Don't call me that," I said, hugging Carl, one of my mother's many, MANY friends. "Not since last year," I said a little quieter. Carl just nodded his head and looked sad.
"Just remember, we did all we could," he said.
I just nodded, crying silently.
*~* An Hour Later *~*
I walked into my house and tossed my skate bag aside. I walked to the kitchen, followed by several loud voices, belonging to five internationally famous people.
"That really hurt you know," Niall said, his voice echoing through the house.
"That's what happens when people wake me up!" Heather's voice came soon after. She replied stiffly, like she had a stick up her butt or something.
I picked up our cake holder thingy that currently held a ton of brownies and carefully carried it out to the living room. I walked back to the kitchen and silently counted down, mouthing the numbers as I waited.
3... 2... 1...
"Oooh! Brownies!" Niall's voice went up an octave, making his Irish accent much more noticeable. I walked back into the living room as if I hadn't brought out the brownies at all.
"Yes, we have brownies. I'm surprised you didn't smell them as soon as you walked in," I said boredly.
"But did you see the look on her face?" Harry was saying as he walked in. "She was so happy! It was definitely worth it."
He was talking about the surprise mini-concert they did for a girl whose birthday was today. They had walked in behind the birthday girl as everyone was singing "Happy Birthday" and sang along. The poor girl just about died when she turned around, she was so excited.
"I guess," Zayn said, walking in behind Harry. Or, rather in front of Harry, because Harry walked in backward.
"Can you let go of me?" came Liam's voice.
"No," Ella replied. I groaned.
"Ella," I warned.
"Fine!"
Harry's POV
I was walking around Melody's house, looking at all the photos on the walls. Lots of them were of Heather, not many of Ella, and a few of them were of Melody. So far, my favorite was of all three of them together in dresses holding different kinds of fruit in a sepia tone. There was a little boy with them in that photo, and he kind of looked like Niall. I wondered who he was, but didn't concentrate on it for too long.
I had tried to find Melody earlier, but she kind of disappeared a few minutes after we got here, so Heather had to give us a tour. Naturally, I got distracted and lost them in the massive house, so I started looking at the walls. I ventured into the basement in search of more pictures when I heard something. It kind of sounded like the piano instrumentals at the beginning of "They Don't Know About Us", but turned into something that sounded almost nothing like the song.
I followed the sound, and came into a large room. Scattered along the walls were different instruments of all kinds. There were several kinds of guitars and brass instruments, a drum set, a couple of violins, ukeleles, banjos, and microphones. There were wires running all across the floor along the walls and speakers everywhere.
And right smack in the middle of it was a white grand piano.
She was sitting at the piano, her fingers moving over the keys like magic. I came up behind her, moving slowly so as not to make any noise. The tune melted back into the last 13 seconds of "They Don't Know About Us", and as she held the last note, she began to cry. She put her head in her hands and sobbed silently.
I sat down next to her on the piano bench and wrapped my arms around her. She leaned against my chest, silent tears rolling down her cheeks, and we sat there for the longest time. Not moving, not speaking, just sitting, and crying.
"Don't call me that," I said, hugging Carl, one of my mother's many, MANY friends. "Not since last year," I said a little quieter. Carl just nodded his head and looked sad.
"Just remember, we did all we could," he said.
I just nodded, crying silently.
*~* An Hour Later *~*
I walked into my house and tossed my skate bag aside. I walked to the kitchen, followed by several loud voices, belonging to five internationally famous people.
"That really hurt you know," Niall said, his voice echoing through the house.
"That's what happens when people wake me up!" Heather's voice came soon after. She replied stiffly, like she had a stick up her butt or something.
I picked up our cake holder thingy that currently held a ton of brownies and carefully carried it out to the living room. I walked back to the kitchen and silently counted down, mouthing the numbers as I waited.
3... 2... 1...
"Oooh! Brownies!" Niall's voice went up an octave, making his Irish accent much more noticeable. I walked back into the living room as if I hadn't brought out the brownies at all.
"Yes, we have brownies. I'm surprised you didn't smell them as soon as you walked in," I said boredly.
"But did you see the look on her face?" Harry was saying as he walked in. "She was so happy! It was definitely worth it."
He was talking about the surprise mini-concert they did for a girl whose birthday was today. They had walked in behind the birthday girl as everyone was singing "Happy Birthday" and sang along. The poor girl just about died when she turned around, she was so excited.
"I guess," Zayn said, walking in behind Harry. Or, rather in front of Harry, because Harry walked in backward.
"Can you let go of me?" came Liam's voice.
"No," Ella replied. I groaned.
"Ella," I warned.
"Fine!"
Harry's POV
I was walking around Melody's house, looking at all the photos on the walls. Lots of them were of Heather, not many of Ella, and a few of them were of Melody. So far, my favorite was of all three of them together in dresses holding different kinds of fruit in a sepia tone. There was a little boy with them in that photo, and he kind of looked like Niall. I wondered who he was, but didn't concentrate on it for too long.
I had tried to find Melody earlier, but she kind of disappeared a few minutes after we got here, so Heather had to give us a tour. Naturally, I got distracted and lost them in the massive house, so I started looking at the walls. I ventured into the basement in search of more pictures when I heard something. It kind of sounded like the piano instrumentals at the beginning of "They Don't Know About Us", but turned into something that sounded almost nothing like the song.
I followed the sound, and came into a large room. Scattered along the walls were different instruments of all kinds. There were several kinds of guitars and brass instruments, a drum set, a couple of violins, ukeleles, banjos, and microphones. There were wires running all across the floor along the walls and speakers everywhere.
And right smack in the middle of it was a white grand piano.
She was sitting at the piano, her fingers moving over the keys like magic. I came up behind her, moving slowly so as not to make any noise. The tune melted back into the last 13 seconds of "They Don't Know About Us", and as she held the last note, she began to cry. She put her head in her hands and sobbed silently.
I sat down next to her on the piano bench and wrapped my arms around her. She leaned against my chest, silent tears rolling down her cheeks, and we sat there for the longest time. Not moving, not speaking, just sitting, and crying.
Notes
The grand piano.....
The drum set.....I'm not posting all the pictures of all the instruments because I'm REALLY tired seeing as it is almost 5 am now.
And just to let you know, I kind of teared up at the end here, and I tried to make it as emotional as possible, because sometimes the best emotional moments are when nobody speaks.
11/20/13