Breaking Free

Ever felt smothered by everyone else's idea of what your life should be like? Have you ever just wanted to say "Stop! It's my life!" to those closest to you? We all have, haven't we? I bet you were too afraid to do it though. So you kept your mouth shut, and did exactly what you always told yourself you would never do: you followed the rules set by people who don't really know you, and let THEM control your life. But what could happen if you finally just said no? If you decided to follow your own dream? Would something amazing happen? Would you fall in love? Would you find what you've been looking for your whole life? What could happen if you just...broke free?


46. Heart Music.


One Week Later

It had been seven days since Belle moved in with Kaylie and talked to Louis on the phone, and it all felt like a blur to her. The media had a field day over her and Kaylie's friendship, refusing to accept that 'Kaylou' was a rumor. Then, to make things worse, they caught wind of Damon's death and Belle's signing with Psycho. Oh and then someone hacked Heathrow airport security cameras and released the footage of Belle being picked up by Niall, despite his disguise.

All in all, it had been a very tough week for Belle Costa.

However, Kaylie had been teaching Belle to just forget about the media, and to focus on what truly matters to her. And when Belle really sat down and thought hard about that, there were only two things in the world that she held dear to her heart: her friends, and her music.

Thus, Belle had been immersing herself in her guitar over the past seven days, not bothering to go out much because she knew she would be hounded by the paparazzi. She'd been on Twitter a few times, but only to tweet Kaylie or one of the boys. She hadn't looked at any of her mentions, knowing that she was probably getting more hate from Directioners than anything else. It didn't phase her though, she understood how protective the boys' fans were of them. She couldn't possibly be upset because those fangirls loved them just as much as she did. 

Kaylie had been as helpful as possible concerning the social media, defending Belle constantly and trying to shut down all the lingering rumors of her and Louis being involved romantically. The boys were helping as well, Niall especially.

Choosing to stay at Kaylie's house for a little bit longer, Belle had made 'Club Kaylie' her music room. She had her guitar, and a piano, and even a harmonizing machine that Zayn had surprised her with a couple days ago. Belle had been afraid that writing her own songs would be difficult, but it had been surprisingly easy.

Whenever Belle began to try to write, she would just close her eyes and think. Think about her father, think about Alan, think about Louis, think about the tour, think about Olivia's betrayal, think about everything. Then before Belle could make the conscious decision, she would find herself strumming chords on the guitar, or playing beautiful melodies on the black and white piano keys. Her emotions just poured out; the music created itself, essentially. The words would always soon follow, emerging from the inner most parts of her mind and her heart.

"In my head I break it down, and I am absolutely sure that you and I could work it out, or we could kill the lights on what he had before"

Belle quickly snapped opened her eyes and scribbled the lyrics onto the sheet music lying on the top of the grand piano before they escaped her mind. She went straight back to the keys as soon as they were written, closing her eyes and just playing. The words slipped off the end of her tongue without a second thought.

"And there's two more lonely people in the world tonight, baby you and I, are just two more lonely people who gave up the fight, yeah I'm on a ride"

The music stopped abruptly as Belle wrote down her revised chorus; she liked the way that sounded better than what she had earlier.

Suddenly though, Belle heard clapping behind her and she jumped, thinking that she had been alone this whole time. Her heart froze when she looked over her shoulder and saw who it was.

He was standing in the open doorway, clad in faded jeans and a tight fitting black tshirt. His hair was down naturally, covered with a black beanie. His fringe stuck out though and was swept to the side. He was smiling.

"That was beautiful." He said, his accent thick and raspy. Belle inhaled sharply at his voice, which still sent flutters to her stomach.

"Hey Louis." She managed to squeak out, smiling genuinely at him.

Louis started to walk over to her without saying anything, motioning for her to scoot over on the piano bench so he could sit beside her. He picked up her sheet music and started looking over it, still being silent. 

"How long have you been listening to--"

"Sh." Louis interrupted. "I'm scrutinizing your work." He said cheekily, turning his head and winking at her teasingly.

Belle scoffed, but was holding back a smile. He went back to the music, putting on a face of mock seriousness.

"Scrutinizing? There's nothing to scrutinize, you just said--"

"Sh!" He shushed her again. Belle just rolled her eyes and stopped talking.

As Louis looked over her music, Belle took the time to look at him. He was leaning forward on his elbows, brow furrowed in concentration as he read over the music notes and lyrics, which weren't even done. As he read, she saw his left hand shadow play the notes gracefully on the mahogany piano top. The room was silent, but comfortable. She hadn't spoken to him since last week, and she couldn't help but wonder why he had suddenly shown up. Conveniently, Kaylie was at a photoshoot so she was alone in the mansion.

A few more seconds passed and Louis picked up his left hand and started to rub his thumb over his bottom lip in deep concentration. Belle felt her mouth part as she stared at the simple motion, which she found oddly erotic. 

"It's really good." Louis suddenly said, startling Belle from her not-so-lady-like thoughts. She blinked several times and realized that Louis was looking at her with a crooked grin.

"What?" Belle asked oddly, not even registering what Louis had just said. 

Louis chuckled and shook his head. "I said it's really good, I like it a lot."

"Oh." Belle said, turning her face down and blushing, but smiling nonetheless. "It's not even done yet, I've only just started."

Louis shrugged his shoulders. "Well what you have is good." He said thoughtfully.

Belle looked back up. Louis seemed genuinely serious in his compliment, no playing around. 

"Thanks." She said quietly, staring into his mesmerizing blue eyes.

A resounding beat passed between the former couple as they stared into each other's eyes. They were just realizing how close they were. Louis' jean clad thigh touched Belle's bare one, as she was wearing short running shorts and a tanktop, her hair in a ponytail. 

Louis was just about to lean in, when Belle turned her head away with a sharp intake of breath.

"Do you want to hear something else?" Belle asked quickly. She turned and looked at Louis with a plastered smile on her face. 

"Belle I--"

"I have some music for another song I've been working on, but the lyrics haven't even been started yet." She interrupted, ignoring Louis' attempt at a serious conversation. As Belle fished out different sheets of music, Louis sighed and just nodded his head.

"Sure, I'd love to hear it." He said, sadness creeping through his voice.

"Here it is." Belle said with a smile, glancing at Louis for just a second before setting up the music on the piano. She closed her eyes and took in a deep breath before she began to play.

The music was slow, and Louis felt his heart strings being pulled as he soon got lost in it just like Belle. He watched her long fingers, perfectly manicured, gracefully glide over the keys. Her eyes were closed and she gently swayed in time, almost as if she were in another world. Louis couldn't take his eyes off of her.

Almost a minute passed when the music died stopped suddenly, obviously cut much too early. Belle opened her eyes with a confused expression, looking down at the keys.

"Why'd you stop?" Louis inquired softly, nudging her leg with his own. She ignored the sparks that flew through her body.

"It's not right." Belle said, still looking down at the keys. "It''s missing something." She said passionately, looking back up at Louis.

Louis cocked his head to the side. "Here let me see." He said. Belle handed him the sheet music. He looked over it for a few seconds, Belle looking at him anxiously. Suddenly he smiled and placed the music back where it originally was. "Start playing again." He said to Belle.

"But it's not good enough, I need to--"

"Just do it." Louis said with a chuckle, urging her to play. Belle huffed but started again nonetheless.

As the first few notes were being played, Louis did nothing. Then, after about five measures, he started playing a harmony with her on the keys.

The music was perfect. Belle's part was slow and dramatic, as if she were breaking on the inside. Louis' harmony though was a half beat faster, carrying her weight.

Belle's eyes flew open, bright and happy as the two sounds came together, mixing perfectly. She smiled wide, turning her head and looking at Louis but never taking her hands off the piano. He also turned and looked at her, chuckling at her expression. 

Belle and Louis played perfectly, never missing a beat. The music was nothing either of them had ever heard before, melding and meshing in unison. The two parts were so different, and yet just the same. One depended on the other for the music to be just perfect.

Just like Louis and Belle depended on one another.

Belle's smile started to fade as she realized this fact. The music represented the two of them perfectly. Her part was showing how terrified, how ashamed, how broken she was over what she had done so long ago. She was good on her own, but nothing like what she could be with Louis. His part carried hers, picking her up, making her...shine.

Belle's fingers froze, and the music abruptly stopped. Louis stopped as well, looking at her serious expression. The room got silent again.

"Belle?" He asked. Belle said nothing, just kept staring at the keys where her hands rested motionlessly. "What's wrong?"

Louis reached out and touched Belle's hand with his own, and she exhaled shakily at the contact, looking down at it. Sparks flew, and she felt for sure that she might spontaneously combust right then and there. Louis also froze, and a tense air took over the space between them.

Belle slowly turned her head and looked at Louis' flawless face. He stared back at her, and they said nothing for a few moments.

"You'll never know how sorry I am." Belle suddenly said quietly, her brown eyes wide. Louis was taken aback at her sudden outburst, despite how soft she had spoken. He opened his mouth to question her, but she continued. "I never wanted to leave, but I thought it was the only option. I thought that I would just get over it, get over us, but I never did. I became this zombie, this whole other person that I never wanted to be, working for that horrible company. At some point though, I finally realized why I became this...this other me that I just detested. I-I had left something here when I went back to America."

"What?" Louis asked quietly, scooting closer to Belle and pulling her hand away from the keys and holding it to his chest. He leaned forward to where their faces were mere inches apart. His voice was barely above a whisper, and Belle could smell his peppermint breath fan hotly across her face. "What did you leave?"

Belle was breathing heavily at this point, and their lips got closer and closer with each passing second. "My heart." She said in a breath. Louis stopped breathing, and his eyes flitted up to hers. She looked up at him through her long eyelashes. "I'm still in love with you Louis. I never stopped being in love with you."

At this point, their lips were just centimeters apart, almost touching. 

"Belle." Louis said raspily, hot against her mouth. Belle's breath was staggered and goose bumps rose on her arms as she shuddered against him.

Then, in perfect sync, Belle and Louis mashed their lips against each other in a desperate frenzy.

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