Rescue Me

Lia has lived in the slums of Rio, Brazil all her life and when Lia steals from a shop one night, two boys chase her and pin her to the ground. But what Lia doesn't realise is that this one Irish boy with kind blue eyes will be the one to show her new things and teach her about the world. Maybe even teach her about love.


9. Music Is The Only Saviour


 “Anyway... I'll take this little one to the beach, hey?” He asks Iva and she nods her head, smiling enthusiatically. I lead Niall out of the house and he follows me through more paths that entwine throughout the village. We walk for a few moments before I break the silence.

“What's your band called?” I cast a glance up at him as we pass through the end of the village.

“One Direction,” He tells me and I nod.

“Do you enjoy it?” I ask him as I jump across the small stream that runs beside the fruit trees.

“I do. I don't really like the crowds but I love the boys like brothers and I live for the music.” He smiles at me as he lands behind me on the other side of the stream.

“Boys?” I ask, beginning to pick berries from the tall tree that provides our food.

“Yeah, there's five of us.” He says, placing a handful of berries in to the basket.

“It must be great to live like you do,” I say to myself and he stops picking berries.

“Not really,” He mutters and I have to double check what I heard.

“You don't like it?” I exclaim in shock.

“You get to play music everyday, you have millions of adoring fans that would do anything to meet you, you have money, you have plenty of food and you have...” I wave my hands at his feet.

“Converse!” I practically shout at him. I don't know why I was acting like this. I never got this worked up about anything. Especially a boy.

“Lia,” He says calmly, his eyes sorrowful.

“Of course I love it, I’m living the dream! But it's not what it seems. People think that fame and money is a dream come true and nothing can go wrong. But the press follow you everywhere, even to the local corner shop. People suddenly want to know you, even people that hated you before. They want to be your bestfriend because they know how much money you have. You get judged on what you do, what you wear and who you're with. It's not a life. I can't even bring myself to look for a girlfriend as I can never be sure whether it's me they are interested in or my lifestyle. Don't you understand?” He pleads with me and my heart pangs with guilt. I wanted to take his pain away.

“I don't understand, Niall. But I wish I could.” I say, returning to picking berries, the basket nearly full.

“I'm sorry, Lia. It's just good to let it all out once in a while, you know?” He smiles sadly at me through one of the branches in the tree and I nod slowly. I did know how that felt. I would sing my feelings, just to get them out when I had no one to turn to.

“What are you thinking?” He asks as I realise I’ve stopped picking the berries.

“Nothing,” I shrug, not wanting to open up to him.

“Come on,” He encourages with a small smile. I sigh.

“Well, I sing my feelings. I have no one else to turn to and no one quite understands what I’m feeling so I sing. Music is the only thing that can rescue me.” I say, remembering the first time I learnt to play the guitar and the first time I realised my passion for singing.

“I understand,” He says, his blue eyes truthful. I smile and step away from the tree; the basket now full.

“Come on,” I say and he looks up at the blaring mid-day sun.

“It's really hot,” He says and I chuckle.

“I'm used to it.”

“I'm not.” He begins to take his shirt off and I can't tear my eyes away from his body. He strips down to just his shorts then he slips off his shoes and socks. 

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