Meet Me in the Meadow

Dreams are like fireflies. You have to catch them in order to see the beauty, but once they stop lighting up, they die. That sums up my life. An eighteen year old girl, who sits alone everyday in the same spot wondering what to do with her life. If anyone wants to save me from ending it, tell them to meet me in the meadow. I bet you no one will show up. *One Direction Story* Please read! :) xxx

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40. Mia

We arrived back at Harry's flat, me plopping myself down on his couch, still drenched from the rain that was still falling from the sky. Harry disappeared into a different room, so I decided to eye up the keyboard in the corner of the living room. I sat myself down on the bench and laid my fingers on the keys. I haven't played piano or keyboard ever since I was ten, when my father took me to my piano recital.

*FLASHBACK*


I was so excited because My mom was going to meet us there from her work to come watch me play. I got worried though, as right before I was going to perform, my mother was not in the audience. I looked over at my worry struck father, who was on the phone. He looked like he was in sheer panic.

 I quickly ran off the stage, shaking my frozen father. He then burst into tears; the first time I ever saw my father cry. It broke my heart, to see him so weak and shattered. I tugged on the sleeve of his jacket softly, and he looked down at me, with sorrow in his light grey eyes. 

 "What's wrong Daddy?" I whispered, a small tear falling down my face.

 "Don't cry Mia, its is all fine." He comforted me, using his nickname for me

 "Where's Mama?" I asked him, confused as to where she was.

 "She's uh not going to be able to make it honey." He tells me, sending a wave of sadness over me.

 I burst into tears, right there. I was so angry at my mother, even though I had no clue what was going on. I was mad that she couldn't come and watch me play. My dad just hugged me, trying to calm me down before my performance. I shook my head at him, and started to throw a fit.

 "She needs to come daddy, she needs to!" I yelled, causing people to start staring.

 "She can't honey, calm down please." He stressed, placing his hands on my small shoulders.

 "Why not! WHY!" I was now shouting, anger boiling up in my little face.

 "Because she is sick! She is in the hospital, Amelia!" He yelled at me, my eyes frozen on his facial expressions.

***

Tears fell down my face at the thought of that memory. It was when we found out that my mother had cancer. It was also when I stopped playing piano, forever. I looked down at the keys and smiled then at all of the good memories of me playing the songs I wrote for my father in the family room, him smiling his head off. I close my eyes, and take a deep breath. I can do it. I once again lay my hands on the keys, and start to play the song I was going to play at my recital. It was a higher level song, as I was a very good player. My hands glided across the keys, as if I didn't even know what I was playing. It was a lullaby that I personally wrote with my piano teacher. I had my eyes closed, letting the sound of the instrument ring through my ears.

I suddenly felt hands on my shoulders, and I jumped up quickly. I turn around to see Harry holding the fluffy kitten that he gave me in his hands.

 "You never told me you could play." He smiled, kissing me softly on the top of my head.

 "I didn't tell anyone.." I whisper, sitting myself back down on the couch.

 He plops the kitten down on my lap, little sounds of purring escaping her mouth.

 "You know, we got her a week ago, you still haven't given her a name." Harry says, pointing at the cat who was chewing on my sweatshirt strings.

 "Her name is Mia." I say proudly, kissing the little fluff ball.

 "Where did that come from?" He asked, taking Mia into his lap now.

 "Oh, it's just a name from the past." I reply, laying my head on Harry's lap.

 I am done with the past.

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