Listening To The Silent Lyrics

What happens when your ordinary life turns into a drama? What happens when your dreams become true and you meet the love of your life? Well this is it for 16 year-old Lucy Mai. But this is no fairy tale. This is real life.


74. Busking

Harry's POV

" I wanted you to know that I love the way you laugh...I wanna hold you high and steal your pain away....I keep your photograph, I know it serves me well...I wanna hold you high and steal your pain.....'Cause I'm broken when I'm lonesome......And I don't feel light when you're gone away...." I sing along to Nickleback and Evanescence's Broken. Because that's what I am without Lucy. Broken.

I always loved her laugh. I want to make sure Lucy never feels pain. I would take a bullet for her to live. And the fact that my flat is decorated in her pictures. Ones from the zoo. A few from when I asked her to be my girlfriend. One or two from our time at the studio.

Sigh. I wonder if this happens in every realtionship. Does it? Maybe. Liam and Danielle were perfect together. So are Eleanor and Louis. And Zayn and Perrie. And Mya and Niall. Jesus, this is depressing. Is it me? It's definalty not Lucy. So it has to be me. It can't be anything else. 

I had moved away from the balcony an hour ago and took a shower. The fact that I still am in the shower is weird. I couldn't be bothered to move. There is no point in getting out of the warmth for nothing. Then I got thinking.

What could I do to make Lucy know I'm sorry? Buying her stuff won't change anything. She has got enough money to buy what the hell she likes. I need to do something for her. Something that she can remember forever. 

Does she have more family somewhere? She MUST do. Real aunties and uncles, grandparents, cousins. She might've been christened and have God parents for all I know. She doesn't really seem the religious type, though. 

That's it! I'm going to track down some of her family! Family reunion do I hear you say? Just what I was thinking. This way, I can see the bastards who abandoned her and her reasons why they did that. 

I hope I'll still be able to get Lucy to meet my family on my birthday. And if they all get along, the better. 

Ugh, well, I'm bored of the shower. I like showers, it's where I do most of my thinking. Once I'm dry and dressed, I take a place on the sofa and switch the news on. Nothing about me again is on yet, thank goodness. I've had enough of the paps. But I basically signed up for this life. And I don't regret it at all.

I waste no time getting out my laptop and getting up. I type in Lucy's name and find like a bigillion results. I didn't think "Mai" was that popular last name. But I need to find Lucy's family. And it's going to be difficult as I don't know her mum's maiden name, place of birth. And the same for her dad. I can't ask her out of the blue. She doesn't want to know me right now. But her and Mya are besties. She must know something! 

I could call her buuuut Idon'thavehernumber. Now you can kill me. It takes too much effort to go around there but I guess I'm going to have to. I call up Paul to ask if he can drive me there. The whole world knows what happened that night and I really don't want to see their disgusted looks. I should really learn how to drive... Paul can't be my nanny forever.

Soon enough, I'm knocking on Mya's door after recieving various question of why I look like shit from Paul. He'll probably know later after watching the news. Mya answers, wearing an apron with flour powdered all over it. What is she trying to cook? 

"You little bastard." She spits as soon as she sees me. Love the welcomes I get here. "How dare you hit my best friend! Drunk or not! You are such a lucky twat that you still have her." She goes on.

"Hello to you to." I smile at her. "I need your help." I say.

"Whatever it is, I'm not interested." She replied then shut the door in my face. 

"Mya!" I exclaim. 

"Mya is not here right now. Please leave a message after the beep.... BEEP." She said through the door.

"Mya, I want to find Lucy's family!" I yell. Slowly, the door creaked open. 

"She hates her family." Mya said.

"That's why I want to find them. I want to see what drove them into not taking her in. Then, if there is a good enough reason, I'll tell Lucy and before you know it, the family is back together." 

"So, what do you need from me? And be quick, I think the red bread is ready." 

"Red... bread..?" I asked. "Nevermind that, where was Lucy's parents born and what is her mothers maiden name?" 

"She was born in Lecister with all her family there. Her mum's name is Sophie Louise Goldrich. Her dad's is Tim Mai." She said. Okay. Lecister, Goldrich.

"Thanks Mya." I smiled at her.

"You better make me not regret that. If Lucy gets hurt once more by you, you are not going to be able to have babies ever again, popstar." She threatened.

"Yeah yeah, got it." I say nervously.

"Now be gone, peasant!" She yells and slams the door shut again. Don't you just love it here? In 10 minutes, I'm back at my flat and sitting on the computer, typing in the names on the website. Bingo. Found them. 

Lets see, grandparents are Abby and David Mai on her dads side. Jemima Grace and Corey Goldrich on the other. Two of them are dead though... Aunties, Uncles and Cousins it is! Tim had a brother called John but Sophie didn't. John has three kids aged 5, 8 and 13. His wife is called Amy. 

There's a lot of information you can get from these websites ya know? Too much if I must say. Now, to the phone book! If I can find John Mai in there, then there is an even bigger chance of me finding them. 



Lucy's POV

Ed and I went to a busy street in the shopping part of London, him carrying a guitar, me carrying a foot long sandwich from Subway. We were discussing what songs we were going to sing. So far we have Lego House, Small Bump, Man Who Can't Be Moved, Use Somebody and Price Tag. We weren't doing it for money, so we had made a sign saying "any money made will be given to Cancer Research, UK." 

Once we had found our space and I had eaten my sandwich, Ed started strumming the chords to Lego House. I haven't heard him sing yet. So this will be a surprize. 

" I'm gonna pick up the pieces, and build a Lego house, if things go wrong we can knock it down..." He started and a few people started joining us. " My three words have two meanings, there's one thing on my mind, it's all for you." Next up was me. Here we go.

" And it's dark in a cold December, but I've got you to keep me warm, If you're broken I will mend you and I'll keep you sheltered from the storm that's raging on now." I sang nervously. We sang the chorus together and if I might say so myself, it sounded pretty good. Ed sang the next verse and then we sang the chorus again. I sang the bridge and pre chorus then it was the chorus again. We trailed off at the end and I heard people appluse. Yay! We did good. 

"Hey, Everybody. The next song will be Small Bump which I'll be singing with Lucy here joining in." Ed greeted and told everybody around us. There's only about 50 people watching. The biggest crowed I've ever sung to. Nothing new... there.... 

We finished Small Bump and I sang Man Who Can't Be Moved by myself. Use Somebody was a mixed duet then Price Tag was me singing and Ed rapping B.O.B's part. By then, we had a crowd of about 170 around us. We had raised about £300 for the charity which was brilliant. People were recording our singing and clapping along to the beat. This is really fun! 

"What song would you like next?!" I yell over the crowd. Ahhh bad idea. There was just so many requests. So I walked up to a little boy in the crowd who looked about 3 and asked for a song to sing. It sounded like Bastille Pompeii. But I'm not too sure. 

I run back over to Ed and ask if he knows the chords, and he doesn't. So I take his guitar off him and strum them. "You first then me." I tell him. He nods and soon starts singing.

" I was left to my own devices, Many days fell away with nothing to show, And the walls kept tumbling down, In the city that we love, Grey clouds roll over the hills, Bringing darkness from above." He sounds so much like Bastille. 

" But if you close your eyes, Does it almost feel like, Nothing changed at all? And if you close your eyes, Does it almost feel likeYou've been here before? How am I gonna be an optimist about this? How am I gonna be an optimist about this?" We sing together.

" We were caught up and lost in all of our vices. In your pose as the dust settles around us, And the walls kept tumbling downIn the city that we love. Grey clouds roll over the hills. Bringing darkness from above." I sing on my own. 

"But if you close your eyes, Does it almost feel like Nothing changed at all? And if you close your eyes, Does it almost feel like you've been here before? How am I gonna be an optimist about this? How am I gonna be an optimist about this?" We sing together again and soon finish. 

"That's all for today, folks! Thank you for listening!" Ed thanks everyone around us after the appluse dies down. 

"We might be back again this week, you'll never know! And all donations will be given to Cancer Research UK ontop of the £50,000 I am giving!" I say honestly. I've got plenty of money now so I might as well donate some of it.

"I'll also be giving £50,000 so, YAY!" Ed added. 

When we had collected everything and counted all the money we left to go to donate at the local center. The women there was shocked by our arrival at first but soon took the money. 

Finally, we got back to Ed's house and fell onto the sofa, knackered out. Crickey, this is about the busiest I've been in the last few weeks. I hate exercise. I hate leaving my bed. My bed is my sanctuary. Rawr.. 

" What do you want to do now?" Ed asks from his lying position on the sofa. I raise my head from the pillow and stare at him. 

"Sleep." I drop my head again and close my eyes. Nice, comfy sofa he's got here. 

"It's only 5. You can't be tired yet. That is not how famous people do it. You can sleep when you're dead. Party all night." Ed interrupts me. 

"Well then famous people must run on Red Bull all day because I would never be able to do that." I say through the pillow. 

"I am going to have to teach you." I swear he has no hope in me whatsoever. " Come on, get up and meet me at the kitchen table in ten minutes." He said and I hear him get up. Ugh. I will only move if there is food involved. 

I walk into the room I was staying in and take a look at my phone. I had to leave it here on charge because I'm just one of those idiot people who charge it at the last minute. 3 texts from Mya saying she misses me and wants me back in two days for a girly day. I was planning to be back then, anyway. 16 texts from Harry saying he's sorry. Literally, that's all they say. "I'm sorry." Boy, he is going to be a mess if I ever dump him. But I won't do that to him. It would destroy him. I had a few texts from the other boys as well. But they were the odd text saying "Hi" and "How are ya?" nothing much. 

Time to play Dots! For some reason, I am addicted to it. It is completely boring. All you have to do is connect the dots. But it is at the same time, fun because you have to be very tactical and I'm just going to shut up now.... 

With a new high score of 296, I made my way to the kitchen where I saw Ed sitting there with a load of paper and pens. He had changed into a plain white top and some black joggers. His hair was still the usual mess and out of control style as it normally is. Is it bad that I want to get some straighteners and just straighten his whole hair? I can't be the only one who wants to see what it looks like. 

"Erm... What's this?" I ask. 

"Please, Miss Mai, take a seat." He said poshly and motioned to a wooden chair. I walk over the white tiled floor, my shoes clicking after each step. Ah, I hate that sound. "Welcome to 'Celebrity training'. I am your coach, Mr Sheeran but you can called me Ed." 

"Edwardo, are you serious?" I joke with his name. He does nothing but stares at me, not blinking. "Okay then." I whisper under my breath. 

"In the next 48 hours, I am going to train you in the world of celebrity life. We will focus in the topics 'Appearance' 'Fashion' 'Publicity' 'Partying' and 'The Fans'. This will be one of the most difficult things you will have done, but it will pay off. Today, we are going to focus on 'Publicity'." He doesn't take his eyes off me. He pushes a piece of paper over to me and written in big, black, bold, writing is the word "PUBLICITY" 

"This is going to be interesting." I say and read the paper. 



A/N next chapter won't really matter. It's just a Mya/Niall lovey dovey scene. 

Join MovellasFind out what all the buzz is about. Join now to start sharing your creativity and passion
Loading ...