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.

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73. Ed's house

Lucy's POV

Harry's face as I drove off made my heart break. I know he is torn apart by what he did. And I know he is truely sorry. But he has a point. What is stopping him from doing it again? I want to forgive him, I really do, but I don't think I can. This isn't the end of us again. I can't let that happen. I wont let that happen.

Suddenly, I felt a hand on my leg, rubbing up and down... 

Ugh, Ed. "Hey, it'll be okay." He comforted me. "You two will be back together in no time. Just you wait." Well, duh. That's my plan, Sherlock.

"Thanks, Ed. So, how have you been?" I asked.

"Alright, I guess. You?" He replied. Why did he even ask that? He knows practically everything that has gone on in the last few months. Gah. Men.

"Same. Listen, can we quickly go back to my flat? I need to get some spare clothes and stuff." As much as it would be quite a lot of girls dreams to wear his boxers and shirts at bed time, I think I'd rather pass. I can't lead Ed on or cheat on Harry while I'm away. I still feel guilty about kissing Dan. 

"Sure." He said and told his driver to go to the address. The driver starts going in the right direction... oh God, direction...One Direction... Harry's in that band. The radio starts up all of the sudden and guess which fecking song comes on. Stay by Rihanna featuring Mikky Ekko. Who is out to punish me? Really. 

I just want to forget about Harry for a few days while I think things through. Is that so hard now, God? Can't you give a girl a break after everything she's been through, the past few months? 

We arrive at the flat and I take the stairs up to my door while Ed takes the lift. Still don't like those things. Espcially ones in a cheap, crappy building like this. I finally climb the 13 floors to get there and see Ed already inside, talking to Mya. Dammit, I'm going to have to explain to her why I'm going. She'll just say "why don't you stay here for a bit?" Because she knows I know that I should. "Morning, Mya!" I pant, walking through the door. 

"Since when did you start exercing?" She asks, saracstically. 

"Jog on." I poke my tounge out at her. "I need food." I walk into the kitchen and eat some coco pops. Nom nom nom. After two bowls and recieving unwanted looks from Mya and Ed, I walk into my bedroom and find a bag to pack two changes of clothes. 

"Where are you going?" Mya pokes her head through the door and looked at my bag.

"Long story short, Harry got drunk, hit me and so I'm moving in with Ed for a few days." Then she looks at me properly.

"Holy shit!" She exclaims and runs over to me. "He did that?!" 

"Yes, now bog off while I finish packing." I brush her away.

"Does anyone else know about this?" 

"Nope. Just you, Ed and Harry. I would rather not have the media involved with this. But with the scene we made this morning, helloooooooo "the abusive Hacy couple" on channel 5 tonight!" I joke. 

"Aww, baby girl, that's terrible. What has Ed got to do with this?" She takes no time to point out the obvious. 

"We needed to catch up on stuff and ... I don't know." I take my bag into the living room. "Oi! Outta ma kitchen, child!" I shout as I spot Ed eating some crackers. He jumps and drops the crackers onto the floor. 

"Bloody hell! You almost gave me a freaking heart attack!" He yells back, with a hand over his heart. 

"Hahahaha." I laugh manicly. "Leggo, ginger." I say. "Bye Mya! See you in a few days!" I yell to her. 

"Don't do anything stupid." She called back.

"What are you, my mother?!" I shout like a little teenager. 

"Nah, just a more sophisticated 16 year old." She jokes back. 

"Whatever." I say and Ed and I walk out the door. Oh another lovely trip down those stairs. Why haven't humans made a way to just float or something?! It would be so usefull. 

We get back to Ed's house, he actually has a house, and eat some lunch which was just some egg sandwiches with a can of coke. "What do you want to do today then?" He asks me. 

"I dunno." I shrug. "Up to you." I offer him.

"How long has it been since you sang?" He asked, with a mischiveous grin. 

"What's that look for?" I say, nervously.

"Wanna go busking?" He says. 

"Eh, why not. Just let me change." I tell him and once that is done, we're off.

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