The song used in this is Honestly by Bethany Joy Lenz.
Something happened. I wrote this story...I don't know how long ago, but when I needed to edit something on my story Books, I accidently replaced the chapter intended for that for this, erasing Music. And I didn't have music saved on my computer, so I had to re-write the ending. So if you've read the original and read this again just now, don't think you're going crazy, because you're not.
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters in this fic. I do however, own the story.
Nathan listened to rock music. He would turn it up loud, so loud that there were complaints from the neighbours. After Haley had calmed them down, she would swallow down a couple of aspirins to ease her throbbing head. Nathan listened to different types of rock-sometimes soft, mellow rock, but mostly heavy punk rock. The endless guitar solos, the cracking voices-was all to much for her to take. After a few months, she made him listen to his music on a personal player. The music was loud, the music was angry, the music was vulgar-everything that she wasn't.
Chris listened to alternative music. She couldn't really put it into one category-every song that came from his stereo had a different sound. She never had to search for a bottle of pills while listening to Chris' cds. They would sit in his dressing room and he would play song after timeless song for her on his guitar, and she would listen. A single guitar accompanied by a gentle voice was all she needed. The music was soft, the music was sweet, the music was heartbreaking-everything that she was.
But Chris' voice was not soft or sweet. His voice was gruff, harsh, and irritating. It did not befriend the gentle strums of the guitar. She preferred to hear Nathan's whisper in her ear as they woke up together. Good morning, Haley. Nathan would often sing along to his music. The best song she ever heard from him was Haley. Haley. Nathan made her love her name.
Please believe, that I tried my best to forget you, but the memories keep flooding back like tears, I didn't mean to fall in love...
She's back in Los Angeles, doing another show. She hated being up on stage. The concert was supposed to last an hour, but it felt like five to her. She's singing the last song. Finally. Her voice drifts from her mouth and floats across the room, accompanied by the guitar Chris was playing. She hated playing with him. He was pulling her out of her life back in Tree Hill, and throwing it out into the media. She wanted to go home. She wanted to go back to Nathan.
Sitting here just waiting for this is torture, I'm so glad you're far away, is that a terrible thing to say? But I wonder if you're okay...
The crowd screams, claps, and cheers for her as she thanks them and heads backstage. Chris tries to follow her, probably to comment on how amazing she played and how beautiful she looked, but she waves him away and goes into her dressing room. She reaches into her purse and pulls out the cd she had bought recently. She goes over to her stereo and slips it in, then presses Play. Her dressing room is not filled with a piano melody accompanied by a haunting voice. Instead, a screeching curse words along with bashing drums and an electric guitar taints her head with pain. She has time before she has to leave the building. She stretches out and relaxes. A while back she had gone through their combined cd collection and came to the conclusion that she and Nathan had no doubles. Now they do. Haley decides she has found a way to be close to Nathan, even if she has to go through a lot of head pain to do so.
