Just The Baker Boy

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  • Published: 15 Aug 2012
  • Updated: 19 Jul 2013
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Camille Amaya has always loved the baker boy that worked with her. She worked at Holmes Chapel Bakery side by side every Saturday, until he decided to furfill his dream on becoming the next big singer. A couple years later she has seen the baker boy she'd loved, turn into the hearthrob in a boy band called One Direction. When he comes back home from his world tour and calls her to hang out like they used to would he be the same boy she fell in love with years before?

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11. Secret Talent

The day after the morning wasn't very eventful after the morning. It just became a bit awkward between Harry and I since he knew I liked him and he knew that I knew he fancied me. I asked Louis to talk to Harry since I know I could trust Louis and Harry trusted Louis. Eleanor and I decided to room together so we could restore our freindship before she became the famous girlfriend of Louis Tomlinson and had less time to hang out like we used to. We both unpacked as we talked about eachothers live changes and how were doing.

After Eleanor excused herself to meet Louis at the beach I was left alone in the room. I persinally really kied this room. It was pretty big aswell. It has two queen beds with a white nightstand in the middle of both, a walk-in closet that me and Eleanor loved, but strangely my favorite part was the toilet at the far left of the room. You walked in and you saw to crystal sinks on marble. There was a shower, bath tub, and a hot tub, Yes. A freakin' hot tub in my freakin' room. It was big enough to fit about 4 people ,but me and Eleanor had a bet that all nine of us can fit in the hot tub.

I walked out of my new room and start to explore the house. I open rooms and in one I found Perrie and Zayn making out on the bed. That was awkward. In another I saw Niall in a room finishing his Oreos while on his laptop doing a Twitcam. I joined him for about five mnutes and continued my journey around the house. In one room I actually found an indoor swimming, but it wasn't my favorite thing in the house.

I opened a white door to a big room where the floor was covered by sparkling wood tiles. It was in one of the corners of the house so it had windows on all side that shone into the room. The walls were all white making the room even more bright, but what stood in the middle of the grand room was what caught my eyes. It was shiny black grand piano atleast 7 feet long.

I guess I got pretty excited because this was something that was special to me and only me. Not even my mom knew. I've bean taking piano lessons ever since I was 14 secretly with money I saved, money that was gave to me, and money that I sometimes I stole. I had always bean curious on learning the complex instrument in my earlier years so I asked my mom if I could get lessons when I was about 13 years old. My mother said no because normally piano lessons would cost alot ,but I was pretty determined to learn piano. When I was 14 I met a teacher at school who taught piano afterschool so I begged her if she would teach me. She took my plead and from since I have payed her 15 pounds per week from whatever money I found. Not to brag, but I was pretty damn good for 4 years in the study. She told me I was the fastest learning student she's ever had and I had learned pieces people who studied 8 years played, but out of all my favourite was a classical piece that wasn't very famous, but I found beautiful since it could have so many feeling to it. Raindrop Prelude (Prelude No. 15) by Federic Chopin.

I closed the door behind me and rushed to the piano. I sat down on the black bench and put my hair into a high bun so it woudn't disturb me while I play. I slowly lift the cover which it slowly revealed the 8 octaves of the full piano. My Tom-covered feet find the pedal under the piano. I take a deep breath and slowly place my fingers on the cold keys that were under the cover. I begin to press keys to see if the piano is untuned. I smile at the gaze that it was perfectly tuned! I press the pedal to see if it worked, and of course it did!

I begin to play the piece by Chopin my fingers feeling the keys as I stroke each note. I close my eyes and kept playing. I played this piece so many times, I learned to play it blind. The beggining was soft, used major keys, and had a pleasurable sound. My favorite part, the middle, sounded dark and deep using different chords in a part to make you feel sad and I found it incredible that Chopin really had a talent of writing pieces like this to change your mood into the music. I continued the piece with my eyes closed relaxed with nothing in mind. My fingers played and I just listened.

The door started to open and someone began to walk in the room, but I don't notice until there next to me. I open my eyes and stopped playing finding Liam there his eyes widened by my fingers. "You play so well" Liam said nodding his head. I smile and thanked him. I'm glad it was Liam and not Harry since it woudn't be as awkward and Harry would ask why I didn't tell him about my talent. I start explaining to Liam about hiding my talent for so long and that he was the first person to listen to me play, other than my instructor.

"I want to listen you play more" Liam asked with pleading eyes. I nod an agreement and begin a new piece. This piece wasn't perfect yet, but this could be a good time to practice. I warned Liam that and he said to play anyway, so I did.

I decided to play a fairly modern piace named Claire De Lune which I found listening to my cousins Twilight album. I begin with the first chord and I close my eyes feeling music through the keys. At the begging the sounds were mellow and calm ,but slowly progresses adding deeper keys in the melody, until one certain chord deep in the piano changes the sound making it sound more rapid, but still in that tone of peacefullness. Faster and faster my fingers go touching different groups of keys giving a different  motion. A different feeling. A different idea. I open my eyes and look at Liam who is smiling at the sound and the motions my fingers give. I turn back to the piano and look at my fingers play a soft pattern of notes before my favourite part.

The fast part where I progress from the bottom of the keys to the top in a classical way. Liam is smiling like crazy and a small tear appears on his eye. He felt my music like I did. My fingers traveled quickly stepping on notes from the bottom of the keyboard to the top making a sense of happines and eagerness. I played the melody until I was over with the song. I sighed and placed my hands on my lap. I looked at Liam and he already had a tear stain on his cheek. "I'm sorry for crying. It was so beautiful" Liam said giving a small sniffle.

I smile and nod. "Thank you. Especially for someone who has played infront of millions of people, it's great to know that I could touch you with my playing" I say softly. My body was a bit shaky from the emotions running through from playing. Liam smiles and pats my back "Your so perfect for Harry. You have that crazy out going part of your personality, but you have that sensitive side to music." I smile and we leave the room heading down stairs to the living room where I saw Harry turning his face again once our eyes met.

I was going to sort out what happened this morning, tonight whether he liked it or not.

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