Will You Ever Stop Hurting Me?

Clare's pov

After a couple of class periods, it was finally lunch! I make myself a lunch everyday because my schools lunch is nasty. Plus, I would just get food thrown at me if I even set food into the cafeteria. I grab my lunch from my locker and head to the music room. This was my one of my favorite rooms to be in. I greeted my teacher Mrs.Grace who was one of the coolest teachers ever. She told me she was going to go out and buy lunch really quick. She allowed me to play the piano whenever i would liked, and same with the cello. I started off with the piano playing my heart out. and after I was done, I started to sing. Every time I sing or play an instrument, I always put emotion into it.

Zayn's POV

Me and the boys wanted to ask Mrs. Grace if we could all sing together for our next music project when we heard the most beautiful piano solo. I told them to quiet down and we all listened to the amazing solo. After that person finished with the piano solo, we were all going to say something, but then she started to sing while playing the piano. She had and amazing voice, it was so angelic and filled with emotion.

When she finished, the boys and I all started clapping, making the girl jump up with supprise. Wait thats not just any girl, that was Clare!? We all paused looking at each other, and she stood there, actually looking quite scared.

Then liam spoke up, "That was amazing love!" All the boys nodded and agreed with him as well.

"Thanks?" She said quite shocked.

"You were alright, still sounded like a dying cat," I spoke. I couldn't let her know that she was good because then she would think I'm going all nice on her. A wash of hurt appeared on her face.

"Zayn!" Liam said with a frown. I ignored him.

"H-how long have you guys been here?" She stuttered, suddenly turning red.

"Since the piano solo," Niall said.

"Oh" she stated quietly. The room started to get awkward when Mrs. Grace came in the room, which reminded me as to why we came here in the first place.

"Hi boys, Clare" she greeted. We all greeted back, when Clare stated that she needed to go. We all watched her turn and leave out the door.

"Does she come up here often?" I asked.

"Oh yeah, but I don't mind, she sings and plays beautifully," Mrs. Grace replied.

Hm, who knew the skank actually had talent?

Notes

another chapter.

I redid this one