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MALI-KOA + ZENDAYA LAYOUTS

Original story by sarcastically-defensive17

Vulnerability wasn't something she handled well. She struggled with expressing to him how she felt, and that is what led to their downfall.

The small room in front of her was full, as it was most Saturdays. She had amassed quite a following over the year she had been performing in the club.

The song she planned to perform was an articulation of the untold emotion. Every emotion she has felt since he had enough and she ran away. All Luke asked was for her to give as much to him as he was giving to her.

I miss laying in the park, I miss the walks out after dark.

She tuned her guitar carefully, holding the acoustic contraption close to her chest.

Her hand raised, the queue for the band to follow her lead. She plucked the chords in the same rhythm she had many times before. She knew that keeping things bottled up was never good for her, but she couldn't help it.

She was scared of looking weak. She would prove to him, through the song, that she could give as much as he did. She wanted to express how much he meant to her.

Luke didn't want to be at the show. He wanted to be at his house, nursing his damaged heart and wallowing on many memories of the woman who he gave his all to.

Calum had physically dragged him from his lounge, forcing him to go out with himself and Ashton. They had spoken to Y/N before the date, and they knew of the plan she had.

She was terrified. Her fingers slipped on the string once, waiting until the other guitarist joined in before starting the verse.

You are my first and you'll be the last, I miss the rhythm of your heart.

The lyrics caught his ears, and he had to restrain himself from looking up at the woman for fear that he would get too caught up in the narrative.

The words reaching his ears brought goosebumps to the top layer of skin on his arms, and he pulled his jacket sleeves down to hide the evidence.

His heart ached. He missed Y/N, but she walked out when he asked for her to open up more. He had known her for so many years, he knew her struggles with being open but he thought it would be different with him. They had been friends for so long, yet he felt as if he knew nothing about her. It only intensified once they gave it a chance.

I miss your head laid on my chest, you always said that I was the best.

She threw her head back softly, shaking the hair from in her eyes as she would do whenever the guitar was in her hands. Not much was able to draw her fingers from the strings of her favourite instrument. It was the only way she was comfortable expressing herself.

Luke hadn't seen her perform one of her own songs before. She made sure to only showcase her covers around him. Her songs were the most private thing about her, so it was a miracle that she was opening that part of herself up to him, let alone the 60 other people crowded in the room.

No one ever spoke to me, like you did and I miss you, babe. And it's hard to take. And I can't be saved.

Y/N intended to get it all out there for him. She wanted him to know that it killed her to walk away, but her fears got the better of her. This song is the most personal presentation of her internal conflict, and possibly the hardest thing she has ever done.

But she is willing to do it, for him. She knew she couldn't be saved, and there was little to no chance of mending what she broke but she owed him the explanation at least.

I'm sorry, that I didn't give it all to you. I'm sorry, don't look away cause I gotta say I'm sorry. Just hold me cause the words will fade. I'm sorry, that I didn't give it all to you.

He was captivated by her performance. The acoustic set was soft and gentle on his ears, despite the intensity of the lyrics. He looked up without realizing, focusing his gaze on the eyes that were locked on him.

She was watching for his reaction. Her voice remained string despite the lump forming in her throat, and she was thankful she didn't ruin the performance when he caught her gaze.

Thankfully, he didn't look away and she could see the emotion crossing his face. He was always an open book to her.

I miss the way you say my name, I miss the sofa at your place.

The lyrics encouraged many memories to flood to the front of her brain, and to Luke's as well.

Many days and night spent laying on his lounge, watching movies, TV shows, playing video games, or just simply relaxing with music playing in the background.

They both miss the other more than they know. Y/N just hopes that her song can get through to Luke. Maybe, if there is any possibility, it could send him in the direction of giving her a second chance.

We always said that we'd never change. I miss the lines across your face, I miss your head laid on my chest, you always said that I was the best.

She was scared her words would fall on deaf ears. She could see his every movement from her spot on the stage. The way he sat up slightly when the chorus began, the way he watched her fingers pluck at the strings, and how he held such emotion in his icy blue orbs.

A small smile danced along his lips when the chorus hit a second time, and her heart lurched at the sight. She adopted a smile of her own to mirror his.

No one ever spoke to me, like you did. Maybe you still care.

The crowd went quiet as they hit the bridge. She closed her eyes, the bridge was her favourite part, and she felt the most emotional as the lyrics left her lips.

I had to let you go, I had to learn to live alone. I knew I couldn't stay, but it's the hardest thing I'll ever say.

The words falling from her lips were the hardest words she had ever forced out. She felt incredibly vulnerable in front of the crowd of people, but she felt the most vulnerable underneath his gaze.

Maybe being a little vulnerable wasn't a bad thing.

I'm so sorry. I didn't give it all to you, I'm sorry.

The guitar cut out for the beginning of the last chorus, only the percussion and her voice echoing against the walls of the room.

The background singers supported her, allowing their voices to harmonize with hers through the final repetition.

Don't look away, cause I gotta say I'm sorry. I'm so sorry, just hold me cause the words will fade. I'm sorry

Her voice started to crack towards the end, as she watched Luke rub his hands together. A nervous tick of his. The song had a few lines left, then she had no choice but to talk to him. She would have to him, rather than rely on her song to express all of what she wanted to say.

She was terrified, but she knew the love she held for him in her heart was worth the vulnerability.

He was worth it. He always would be.

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