In a Heartbeat

Melody's POV

It was the first real song Will and I wrote, the song I was playing when my phone rang. I was writing more of it when I answered it. I though it was just another stupid prank call. It wasn't. I gladly would have taken millions of those rather than what I got.
I don't know what made me play again. I hadn't even been in our - I mean, my - music room in, like, a year. I hadn't even listened to music. It's hard to believe, considering music was a huge part of my life until that day. Will had played every instrument he knew how to when I was a baby. He would sing me to sleep and wake me up with a song in the morning. He was everything to me.
I don't know what possessed me to walk down to the music room and play our song, but I knew every note as if I had just written it yesterday, like I've had it memorized for years. I hadn't even realized I was playing until I reached the last mark Will had made in the once blank music book, filled with his scribbles and mine when we started writing songs. The book held our memories and our laughter, the good times and the bad.
When I played, everything around me fell away. It was only me and my memories. When I pressed the key for that last note Will had written in our book, I lost it. I couldn't do this anymore. I was hiding from what made me happy, the bond that he and I had shared.
I don't know when I started crying, or when Harry got there. But when I felt his arms wrap around me, I felt... protected. I hadn't felt like that since the day I got that call. It was like when I had had a bad day, and Will would hug me and tell me it would get better. It always would. But after that day, I thought it never would. I felt like I had no life, that I was just moving through everything because I had to.
I just sat there and sobbed for what seemed like forever. I didn't know what else to do. I didn't know what else I could do.
I don't think Harry knew, either. But at least he tried.
"Are you okay, love?" he asked quietly.
I shook my head.
"Do you want to tell me?"
I hesitated for a moment, then shook my head again.
"Does this have to do with your brother?" he asked hesitantly.
I sat up quickly. "How do you know about him?" I demanded.
"Heather told me about him."
"How much do you know?"
"Only that he's two years older than Heather, which is impossible because she's 16 and he's 17 and that he's your biological brother," he replied.
"You're sure that's all?"
"Yes," he answered. "Oh, wait. He's the one in the picture, right?"
"Picture? What picture?"
"The black-and-white one where it's you and your sisters when you were little and Ella's holding an apple."
"Oh. That one. Yeah, he's in there. That picture was taken before. Way before," I said.
"Before what?" Harry asked, confused.
"Follow me," I said, grabbing his hand. I pulled him toward the door on the other side of the room. I was trying not to cry again. I didn't know if I was ready to open this door yet. There were too many memories, but I needed to. I had to. Someone needed to know.

Notes

Okay, so I know it's not really much but I'm really short on time right now so I'm going to post a really short chapter from Harry's POV next just to get that over with and I'm going to tell the story from Mel's POV. This chapter is going to have 3 sections and the third is going to be the longest and I may make that into something like "Need to Know ((Part 3.2) [and if needed 3.3])