Madly, Truly, Deeply

This is a Harry Styles fan fic!! It's about a regular girl who makes one bad decision in her life, and is reminded of it everyday. Don't worry, the reminder is quite a good one :)

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6. Secret Voices

"Wow, you're really good," I heard him say, startling me. "Oh, sorry."

"It's... Fine. Uhm, how long were you out here for?" I asked.

"Ever since I heard the guitar," he answered, sitting next to me on the couch. "It was truly beautiful. You have a gift."

I thanked him, and we started talking. Not about anything specific, but just about ourselves. Mostly random stuff like, what's your favorite food? Favorite color? And all that Jazz.

I was in the middle of laughing my butt off about what he said about his favorite kind of soda- Sprite, because it makes him fart the loudest- when his laughter immediately stopped. "Max, what was that song about?"

My laughter immediately died, and I stared at him for a bit, contemplating whether I should tell him or not. "It's... It's about..."

"It's about me, isn't it? And how you want to go home."

I looked down. "Well, yes. And no. It's about you, and how you were really mean, and now we're buddies, and I can't really wrap my understanding about that. But, it's not about me wanting to go home. It's about me thinking of where I came from. From me being the 'good girl who never did anything wrong' to 'the girl who snuck out one night and never came back'." I answered truthfully, and waited for his response.

I never imagined he would respond like this, "Would you like to do a duet with me?"

I was taken off guard by his question, just staring at him for goodness knows how long. "O... Okay."

He smiled, taking the guitar from me, and set it back in it's corner. I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion. He stuck his hand out in front of me, "Follow me."

I took his hand and followed him down the hallway until we came upon a glass door. He opened it and in the middle of the room was a gigantic grand piano. He looked at me, smiling, and lead me over to it.

"You know how to play, right?" he asks.

I nod, sitting next to him on the piano bench. He starts to play random, yet still beautiful, chords on the piano. When he the right ones to play, he began to make it more complicated. "Okay, now... What should we sing..." he asked himself.

I close my eyes and start singing, "Is it getting better, or do you feel the same? Will it make it easier on you now, you got someone to blame? You say..."

He startles me by adding in his own chorus, "One love, one life. When it's one need in the night. One love, we get to share it. Leaves you baby if you don't care for it."

He adds his own verse, and I watch him intently as he does so, "Did I disappoint you, or leave a bad taste in your mouth? You act like you never had love, and you want me to go without. Well it's..."

It seems like I can hear him in my mind, telling me what to sing. I decided to sing the words my mind told me to, and it turns out he was thinking the same thing, "Too late, tonight. To drag the past out into the light. We're one, but we're not the same. We get to carry each other, carry each other. One..."

(I'm going to stop there. Here's the whole song, just pretend like it's just them two singing, with only a piano: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UjUPraMCtys )


 

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