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My Guitar

Down

The tweet got thousands of 'likes', 'retweets', and just about a trillion comments, some nice, even sweet, like 'I saw you at the Eau Claire concert, and while I'm disappointed it's not me, you looked meant to be from the start! #Irresistible #MyOTP', or the nastiest things you could imagine, like 'OMG, you just had to go pick a fat bitch that's only in it for the fame! How did she get you under her spell, she's not even pretty! #Mistake'. People can suck, big time.
"Whatcha thinkin' about?" He looked depressed, sitting on the couch, so I went and curled up on his lap, arms around his neck, head on his chest. He sighed and relaxed into me, and it just felt so right.
Then he reached back, putting me at arms length. He muttered, "How could they think you're not pretty? You're the most beautiful thing I've ever set eyes on... You're not fat, you practically look anorexic! Wait, you're not anorexic, are you?" I shook my head, and he sighed, relieved. He pulled me back to him, and we cuddled up together again.
"Niall! Time to go, we've gotta rehearse before the concert!" A voice echoed through the tour bus.
"You'll be alright?"
"Me?"
"No, the wall." Sarcasm, anyone? "Yes, you. I feel so guilty, leaving you alone for all these hours every day."
"Why? I kind of enjoy it, gives me time to work on my school work, read, write, play, sleep. Gives me time to think about you."
"But... You always seem so... alone, so sad when I leave you." Well, I was, but he couldn't know that! He had to think everything was alright, so he wouldn't worry about me constantly and ruin his career! I'd made a pact with myself, after all, that I wouldn't hold him back, wouldn't drag him down. That he would still be free. "Piper? What's up?"
"Uh, the ceiling of the tour bus? The sky?"
"Ha ha, very funny. You know what I mean. What's wrong?"
"What? Nothing's wrong."
"You know I know you better than that. What's wrong? Why won't you tell me?"
"I just... It's nothing. I already told you. Nothing."
"Seriously. I will sit here for as long as it takes. We're both going to sit here until you tell me."
"But... What about your rehearsals? Your concert?"
"You... You're more important. So, tell me. How're you doing?"
"I'd be better if I knew you weren't going to put your whole life on hold for me. Just go, Niall. You need to rehearse, you need to perform. I won't be the thing, the one to stop you from doing that. I won't. I can't."
"Aha! Is that the problem? You have some kind of guilty conscience, thinking you're holding me back, pulling me down? Do you know how ridiculous that is?"
"I... It's not ridiculous! I can't be the person to ruin your band, your career and so many others. I won't be that person. Now go rehearse for your concert!"
"No. Not until you see how ridiculous that sounds. When you can see that my life is better than ever, I need to show you something, tell you something. But I can't now, not with you in that mind set. I need you to see things from my point of view."
"I don't know about your life being better than ever, but... I know mine certainly is."
"Close enough. Here, come with me." He led me to... The music room? What? Why? "This is the stack of songs I'd written before I met you." He gestured to a tiny stack of papers, maybe twenty total, probably less. Then he gestured to a larger stack of papers, at least fifty to one hundred. "This is what I've written since. Now tell me you're pulling me down!"
"But you don't rehearse nearly as much as you used to, as you should! I'm keeping you from doing it, and that pulls not only you down, but also your whole band!"
"Sweetheart, we still practice just as much, if not more. It's just that I spend the rest of the time with you. You're not dragging me down or holding me back." I must not've looked convinced, because he said, "I'll prove it to you! Come with me, to the rehearsal, to the concert. You'll see!" And he dragged me with him, on my way to see him perform for the second time in my life.

Notes

I feel like this chapter... changes partway through. Sorry. Thanks for reading, though, I hope you enjoy my bad writing!
xoxo
~Stormy

Comments

omg still in love with this book. :)

That_Pizza_Life That_Pizza_Life
11/27/14

Thanks!
xoxo
~Stormy

Stormageddon Stormageddon
11/22/14

I repeat myself because this is the truth : ooh yassss

That_Pizza_Life That_Pizza_Life
11/22/14

Oooh yassss :)

That_Pizza_Life That_Pizza_Life
11/22/14