Thank you for all your wonderful reviews. :D Here's the last chapter of the story.
If you want to listen to the piece I envisioned as the lullaby in this story here's the name: Comptine D'un Autre EteL'apres Midi - Yann Tiersen. The link is on my profile. It's a little fast paced, but we can use our imagination.
Disclaimer: I don't own the Twilight Series or any of its characters. Stephenie Meyer does.
At the sound of my name, many different images rushed through my mind. It was like a mini movie playing in my head:
Getting dressed, driving, arriving at the concert hall, playing my song, and then Edward telling me he loved me. Did I imagine that last part?
There it was again. I turned towards the sound of the voice and froze. Why was it so dark?
And then the last piece of the puzzle passed through my mind.
Me, passing out after my performance.
I quickly opened my eyes to find a very anxious looking Edward staring down at me.
As soon as he saw that I was awake, a huge smile spread across his face, and I was engulfed into a huge hug.
"What happened?" I asked, as he pulled back.
"You passed out," he stated, before pulling me up to my feet. I looked around and realized we were still backstage and there was no one else around.
"Well, I know that…but why did I pass out?" I specified. I had an inkling as to why, but I wanted to hear it from him.
I watched as he took a deep breath and opened his mouth to answer, but was interrupted.
"And now, for our final contestant! Mr. Edward Cullen!"
I listened as the announcement came through the loud speakers and frowned. I must have been unconscious for much longer than I thought. Would he stay to answer my question…or would he leave?
I looked at him and it seemed he was having an internal battle with himself. One foot was stretched towards the curtains and the other was planted firmly on the ground. Finally, a look of resignation came across his face and he stepped away from me.
"Good luck," I said, quietly.
"Thank you. We'll talk as soon as I'm finished playing my piece," he said, before walking out onto the stage.
I nodded, walked to the edge of one of the curtains and opened it a bit so I could peek out. Edward was now walking to the piano and I watched as he sat down. He set his fingers on the keys and paused for a moment, before letting his hands drop onto his lap. There were murmurs going through the crowd and I'm sure they were all thinking the same thing I was.
I watched again as he stood up and walked away from the piano, and towards the curtains.
He seemed to know exactly where I was standing because he stopped right in front of my spot and pulled the curtains back.
"Edward, what's wr-" I began, but I was cut off as his hands locked onto my wrists and he began to pull me across the stage.
"You can't do this, you'll be disqualified," I protested, trying to grind the bottom of my heels into the floor.
"I don't care," I heard him answer. What was wrong with him?
As soon as the audience had seen me coming out with him, there had been whispering voices heard. Now, as he sat down and pulled me onto his lap, the hall went eerily quiet.
"Don't speak, just listen," Edward said in a hushed tone.
I nodded my head and looked down as he placed his left hand on the piano and let those fingers find their place on the keys.
I instantly recognized the beginning chords as they poured from the piano, because I had been the one to contribute them. They were calm and soothing, a perfect way to start out a lullaby. But the way he played them…I don't think anyone could make it sound better.
He soon lifted his right hand and placed those fingers on the keys, allowing the right notes to come through. His hands moved swiftly across them as he played both parts and I sat quietly, amazed at the beautiful calm the piece radiated.
There was a little lull in the music and I soon felt his right hand leave the keys and grab onto mine. He placed my fingers on the right keys and let go. I was shocked for a second, but quickly recovered as I realized I knew just what to play.
As I played out the sweet melody, he played the accompaniment, and I found myself unable to stop staring at him. He had closed his eyes and a beautiful smile was on his face as he listened.
I leaned against his chest as my part finished and his fingers quickly replaced mine. The next part was quick, but there was still that sad undertone to it that I had associated with Edward's music. It seemed as if, in this part of the piece, someone was going through hard times; struggling to accomplish something.
Then, the tone of the music soon changed as it slowed down. It became sweet, and I could detect a taste of hope.
The tempo of the song soon picked up again and I could easily interpret this part. It was happy and sounded as if something exciting was happening.
I felt him shift beneath me and he looked into my eyes, as if confirming something. I think he found it, because he smiled and returned to the music. It slowed down again, and I could feel that calm spreading throughout my body. It's no wonder every time he hummed this to me I would fall asleep. It was so peaceful, so beautiful. He had found a way to combine my part of the music with his, and made the song amazing.
I heard another lull in the music and I immediately knew what to do. Bringing my right hand up, I placed my fingers on the keys once more and smiled as the last notes of the piece filled the room.
He turned me in his lap and as our eyes locked, gone was the audience watching us attentively. It was just me and him, in our own little world.
He reached up a hand, rubbed his thumb underneath my eye, and pulled it back to examine it. I hadn't even realized I was crying until he'd done that.
Now, as his emerald eyes once again connected with brown ones, I felt a fresh new wave of tears coming on. They were soon blurring my vision and running down my cheeks.
"I really do love you Bella," he said quietly. "I think I was in love with you the first time I saw you on the plane…"
I opened my mouth to speak, but he raised his hand to silence me.
"Please…listen. I really need to get this out," he said. I nodded and waited for him to continue.
"You don't know this, but I watched you while you slept during the flight. You were so beautiful, that my mind seemed to blank for a while. But being the fool I was, I was annoyed that a girl could have that effect on me. I was the one usually having that effect on others. So, I fought back the only way I knew how. By being a jerk, or an 'arrogant fool' as you kindly put it," he said, chuckling lightly.
"But when I found out we would have to be roommates, I tried to hide the excitement bubbling inside me with the same attitude. I purposely flaunted those girls in your face to prove to you that what you thought of me didn't matter.
I soon realized that I was trying to prove this to myself, not you, and it definitely wasn't working. So I gave up, and decided I wanted to get to know you better. However, I was too late, you had Jayden."
He seemed to spit his name out and that surprised me a little.
"But you gave me a second chance. I could get to know you, but only as friends. You don't know how hard it was for me to watch you and him together, but I did it, because you had given me some comfort; even if you didn't know it. When I'd asked your advice, you'd said, 'if it's meant to be, it'll happen'. So, I waited, and apparently it was meant to be. Because here we are, and I want to scream to the whole audience how much I love you. In fact, I think I will," he said, beginning to lift me up from his leg.
I'd been so mesmerized by his words, that as soon as the last sentence left his mouth, I seemed to snap out of his trance.
"Wait! What? No!" I tried to get him to sit back down. But he was already standing up and facing the silent crowd. The crowd we had so blatantly forgotten as he'd confessed his feelings for me.
I watched as he raised his arms in the air and opened his mouth. "I LOVE BELLA SWAN!"
He'd really done it. I thought he'd been kidding, but he'd really done it. I could feel the heat rising towards my cheeks as a chorus of 'Aww' floated from the audience.
If we didn't get disqualified for disregarding the rules, we were definitely going to be for distracting behavior.
"WHOO! GO BELLA AND EDWARD!" My head snapped towards the direction of the voice and I wasn't surprised to see Emmett furiously pumping his fist into the air while Rose struggled to hold him back. I looked to the side of him and Alice was looking at me with a smug smile on her face. I smiled back and returned my eyes to Edward. He was now standing in front of me with that beautiful crooked grin plastered onto his face.
I smiled and stood up, making my way over to him.
"And I REALLY do love you too." I was so happy that we were able to say it this time without me fainting. He really did love me and I better believe it.
His arms snaked around my waist and pulled me closer to him while I wrapped mine tightly around his neck. He looked down at me for a minute before slowly lowering his head and brushing his lips against mine.
I felt his breath fan across my face and it wasn't long before his lips began to move against mine.
As I responded to him, the sweet melody of the song we had just played filled the room. I pulled back, startled, and glanced at the piano. There was no one there.
I looked back up at Edward and he had a small smile on his face.
"They record everyone's performance and always play the winner's piece at the end."
I could feel another smile light up my face. We'd won. We hadn't even been disqualified.
As that thought crossed my mind, the sound of the audience clapping filled my ears. Wow, I had totally forgotten we were standing at the front of a stage with hundreds of people watching our every move…again. I could feel my face getting red once more.
I turned around to begin walking off the stage, but Edward held me in place. I looked up at him with a questioning expression to find that he had an excited look on his face.
"Do you know what symbolizes our relationship the most?" he asked, looking down at me.
What? I quickly shook my head no, wondering where he was getting at.
"Think about it. It was there when we were hostile to each other, declared ourselves as friends, and now as lovers," he said, quietly.
I smiled as I realized what he meant.
"This Lullaby?" I asked, tilting my head towards the speakers from which the sound was pouring from.
He smiled again and nodded, before pulling me towards him for one last kiss.
Thank you to those of you who stuck with me throughout this whole story. It was really fun writing it.
I've been thinking about a sequel and I know some things that could occur in it, but I have to be sure people would read it first. Because sometimes a sequel can ruin a story or make it better. What do you think?
Review and tell me what you thought of the final chapter. :D