Live While We're Young

Layla, an 18-year-old dancer and her best friend, Addison moved to London. After their first day of college Layla became friends with a boy named Harry. What she didn't know was that he would only cause a chain reaction of dramatic events.

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10. Memories

I followed him into the flat, taking my shoes off at the entrance. He helped me with my coat and lazily threw it on the floor. I chuckled when he realized what he had just done, he mumbled an apology and bent down to pick up my coat. A blush had crept onto his cheeks as he carefully hung up my coat. After he took off his shoes and coat he showed me around his flat. When we reached his room I tried to hide my surprised expression, it was a mess! There were piles of cloths on the floor and food wrappers all over the drawers.

Niall let out a nervous chuckle, "I should of probably cleaned up before you came."

"It's fine, I'm used to it, Addison isn't a fan of cleaning up either."

As he started to pick up wrappers and putting them in the trash, I wandered off into the corner of the room, where a guitar rested. I carefully picked it up and strummed a few cords, I had no clue how to play it but I still loved the sound. It rushed memories into my mind, my father sitting on the sofa strumming away and humming along, while my mother would do the dishes. My father used to be a wonderful musician, and I was fond of him. I smiled remembering how he used to call me his number one fan, because I would always beg for him to play me a song to help me fall asleep.

"Layla?" He asked, snapping me back to reality. "Why are you crying?" He softly asked. Only then did I realize tears were freely falling down my cheeks. I hastily wiped away the tears and sniffled. Niall rushed over to me and pulled me into a tight hug, I squeezed back. "What's wrong?" He whispered.

I sat down with a sigh. "My father used to play the guitar. I just miss him so much!"

Niall smiled, "why don't you call him!" He exclaimed.

I started to laugh, "He won't answer."

"Why not?"

"Because he's dead."

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