Played your way into my heart

They say the best way into a girls heart is music, and maybe they're right. In my opinion, it takes more that just that.. but music meets you half way..


11. Explanations...


            BRINLEY'S P.O.V

I hung up the phone, and slammed it down on the table, tears welling up in my eyes. Now I'll have to relive all those awful memories, as I explained about my abusive brother, to my bestfriends. This, I don't want to do. Niall, and Harry just rubbed my back for a bit, before asking me any questions. 

"Brin, babe? Wanna talk?" Niall's sweet voice whispered in my ear. I leaned towards him, and nodded into his chest. He didn't let me take my crutches, but lifted me up, as I wrapped my legs around his waist. He put his arms around my waist, and I buried my face in his neck. I breathed in his familiar sent, and smiled a bit through my tears, that were now soaking his black v- neck. He laid me down on the bed, and sat next to me, pulling me into his lap. He stroked my hair, and shushed me, kissing my hair. I breathed in deeply, and bit my lip as I breathed out, slowly, with my eyes still shut. 

"Matt," I whispered.

"Matt, was my brother. When my parents passed, he uhm. He took his anger out, on me. He pushed me around for a while, before he left for college. I never t- told Gran. Sh- she was old, and I didn't want to worry her, anymore. When he called, I just, I couldn't take it. He acted like nothing happened," I laughed darkly. 

"Yeah, I tried to convince myself that everything would be fine, and I fooled myself at one point, but then Gran died, and Matt called. Nope, I'm just fucked up." I laughed again, and looked away from Niall. 

"You're not fucked up. You're perfect. Don't say that. Look at me!" He tilted my head up with his pointer finger, and I laughed. 

"Yeah, hardly," I mumbled. Niall ignored me, and moved on.

"Why was he calling you?" He asked. 

"No idea, he's probably in town, and needs a place to crash. Whatta prick." I said, lying back farther, and pulling Niall with me. 

"How are you even related? How could he ever do that to someone so beautiful, just, how?" Niall asked, sounding disgusted. 

"Niall, I don't know if you know this, but not many people have seen my beauty, and Matt certainly wasn't one of them." I said, moving closer to Niall. 

"Let's go downstairs, you can take the boys into the kitchen, and tell them, I'll wait in the living room," I said, sitting up, and reaching my arms out so he could pick me up. He lifted me on his shoulders, and I placed my hands over his chest, leaning forward slightly. He sat me down in the love seat in the living room, while he beckoned the boys towards the kitchen. I sat, and looked out the window, listening to the boys concerned comments. Eventually they reemerged and sat back down on the couches. I smiled halfheartedly in their direction, and used my crutches to hop over, and join them on the bigger couch. 

"I'm alright, boys," I said quietly. I settled myself between Zayn and Harry, my head on Zayn's chest, my bum and legs on Harry. 

"Can I sleep here?" I asked Harry and Zayn quietly. 

"Of course babe," Zayn said, hugging me. I smiled, and fell back to sleep, even though it was barley afternoon. 

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