Hitman |n.h|

13

He played guitar.

And he sang.

I found this interesting piece of information when I was going to scream at him about not letting me go outside at all.

It's the middle of June and it's hot as hell in the house.

I just want to go out and get fresh air.

I slammed the door open to his room to hear him on his second floor to his large abode.

The windows were open in here.

Of course,he only thinks about himself.

I covered my mouth when I heard his voice.

Like silk and honey,smooth and thick.

He was singing some song that sounded really familiar,and it made my heart skip a beat.

Then-ohmygod.

He was singing one of my favorite songs.

I was not overreacting and not about to spaz because he sounded so so good.

"Cause you are the piece of me

I wish I didn't need

Chasing relentlessly, still fight and I don't know why

If our love is tragedy, why are you my remedy?

If our love's insanity, why are you my clarity?"

I climbed the stairs slowly,trying not to make a sound.

When I reached the top,his back was turned to me,he was looking out the large window,singing out.

"Walk on through a red parade and refuse to make amends

It cuts deep through our ground and makes us forget all common sense

Don't speak as I try to leave 'cause we both know what we'll choose

If you pull then I'll push too deep and I'll fall right back to you

'Cause you are the piece of me I wish I didn't need

Chasing relentlessly, still fight and I don't know why

If our love is tragedy, why are you my remedy?

If our love's insanity, why are you my-"

I couldn't suppress the excited-fangirling noise I made.

He stopped singing and playing.

His back tensed up,and he gripped the neck of the guitar tightly.

Shit.

I finally remembered where I was,and what I was doing.

"Sorry-" I yelp and run down the stairs.

That's when I hear his loud footsteps coming after me.

Fear is setting in and my adrenaline is pumping.

That was so stupid,he's going to kill me.

I turn around to see him coming towards me with a red face.

Yeah,he's definitely mad.

"But you sounded good!-" I yelp like a child when he grabs my arm and drags me back to his room.

"You weren't supposed to hear that.No one was-" he groans and takes me up the stairs.

"Niall,seriously,get over it.At least you can sing-"