Six Strings

Brylee's life was turned upside down the night her dad left two years ago, she's never been the same since. One evening she meets a dreamy irish boy with a guitar and an irrisistable smile. Can he fix her broken heart? Or will he just continue break it?

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1. The Boy With The Guitar

 The sun was setting gradually on the horizon, painting the sky in shades of yellow and orange as I sat on the soft cooling sand, gazing at the wondrous scene before me. The blue-green waves glistened in the sunset and crashed softly against the rough rocks covered with seaweed. I could smell the overpowering scent of salt mixed with the fresh sea air. The beach was bare, just how I like it.

 Suddenly a beautiful tune began to play faintly. I turned to watch as a blonde haired boy, perched on a bench, was strumming on his guitar. His light blue eyes sparkled, his eyebrows furrowed in concentration. Flawless, like the sunset. Wait, I knew that face... I just couldn't put a name to it.

  The boy abrupty stopped playing and glanced up at me. Surprised, I turned away, cheeks burning. I sat there for a while, hoping he'd been looking out at the ocean instead of me, but I knew he hadn't. I quickly stood, brushing the grains of sand off my denim shorts and flung my satchel over my shoulder.

  "Ow" Someone muttered from behind me as my bag slammed into them.

"Sorry! I didn't know you were-" I paused and looked up, he was the boy with the guitar. He was wearing light skinny jeans and a plain white t-shirt underneath a black jacket, holding his guitar in a black case.

"Oh, don't worry about it, it's fine, really." His voice was like an angels, that cute irish accent making me melt inside. Who was this guy? I hadn't seen him here before and I know pretty much everyone in this small town.

"Do I know you?" I asked, frowning, he looked so familiar. His smile faded and he looked down, ignoring my question.

"Are you ok?" I questioned. He seemed to be reluctant to answer me, but why?

"Yeah, it's just..." The boy trailed off.

"You don't wanna tell me your name." I finished for him. I had a feeling that I shouldn't need to ask, like I was forgetting something obvious.

"Hey, I'm not going to freak out on you." I smiled and he sighed.

"You promise?" He asked, raising his eyebrows.

"I promise, now tell me." I pleaded.

  "Alright, I'm Niall. Niall, uh...Horan." He stepped back, taking in my reaction. Niall? From One Direction? I laughed and he frowned, obviously confused. I wasn't deeply obsessed like most girls at my school, but I had to admit, he was seriously gorgeous. I felt a bit stupid for not recognising him, especially as his face is pretty much on everything. What was a guy like him doing in a place this like, talking to a clumsy idiot like me?

"Nice to meet you Niall Uh Horan." I joked. He didn't seem to get it.

"What's so funny?" He questioned, stepping forward.

"What did you think I would do, scream in your face? Jump on you?" A smile began to play on his lips and he nodded.

"Something like that, it happens a lot" He admitted.

"Well don't worry Niall, I won't deafen you." He grinned and I knew he was secretly relieved.

"Nice guitar," I gestured towards it. "You're really good, amazing actually."

He shrugged."I've been playing since I was a kid, I'm alright I guess." How modest.

"Do you play?" He asked.

 

  I was silent for a moment, turning towards the ocean as I felt a single tear forming in the corner of my eye. I cursed under my breath as the painful memory repeated itself in my mind. Why now?

"Is everything ok?" I could feel him watching me but I couldn't face him. I took a deep breath and wiped the tear away as it trailed down my cheek.

  "I'm fine. My dad taught me to play piano and a bit of the guitar. He used to give me lessons every saturday. He left two years ago and I haven't seen him since. My mum had to sell the piano because we didn't have much money. I still have the guitar but I'm not very good at it." I don't know why I was telling him this. I'd only just met him! Besides, I didn't want him to think I was a complete loser.

  "I'm so sorry." He whispered. I was surprised, he seemed to actually care about me.

"You know, if you want, I could teach you." He offered and I blinked. What? Most people don't randomly offer to teach strangers to play the guitar. I just froze with my mouth wide open, probably looking like a goldfish, how attractive.

"You'd do that?" I couldn't quite believe it.

He nodded. "Sure, it'll be fun."

"But... why?" I had to ask, I was still in a state of confusion.

"You're... different, besides, I'm just going to be bored out of my mind the next few weeks so it'd be nice to have someone around." Huh, was that an insult, or a compliment? There was something odd about this boy, but I kinda liked it.

  I suddenly realised the sun had finally set and we were standing together in the darkness. Niall seemed to come to his senses too and glanced at the night sky. Oh, what was the time? Mum was going to kill me for this. How long had I been out?

  "I-I need to go home now." Reluctantly, I turned and walked away from Niall, leaving him standing alone in the cold summer night.

"Hey! Wait up! I don't even know your name!" He yelled, racing along the beach to jog at my side on the path. I stopped, my light blonde hair rustling in the wind, and shivered.

"I'm B-B-Brylee." I stuttered.

"Here, take this." Niall took off his jacket and handed it to me. I hestitated before taking it from him and sliding it on over my black tank top.

"When will I give it back to you?" I wondered, doubting I'd get the chance.

"I'm sure I'll see you again." He winked and slowly strolled off into the night.

  And from that moment, my life became interesting.

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