Wandering down the hallways I curiously wander what there is to do during my free period. I glance towards the library and grimace, not being able to bear the thought of any more extra curricular reading right now. My homework's done, Kia is in class and my phone is dead.

I wander down the music corridor, glancing at all the band photos and smiling. I think of my violin which is tucked into my locker and wistfully wish I could play it.

Familiar chords drift from a room to my right and I immediately recognise it. It's the piece that we've been assigned in orchestra and I breathlessly make my way towards the door.

Peeking through the little window, I see Kit sat at the piano, his back facing me as he leans over the keys in avid concentration. I glance to my left and notice a spare practice room and jump into action. I run down to my locker, ignoring a dirty look from a teacher and fetch my violin.

I creep into the spare practice room, getting out my sheet music as I do so and get myself set up. I flick through to where Kit is and tentatively join in.

After a few moments the piano stops and I pause too. I fidget on the spot, wandering if he minds terribly. The opportunity to practice with the piano lead was too good to pass up, but I'd be lying if I said that that is my only motivation.

I want to play with him, to provide the other half of this beautiful song.

Kit softly starts the piece from the beginning and I grin, bringing my violin to my chin once more. We play together, bouncing off one another and I can't wipe the smile off my face.

As all good things do, the music comes to an end and I feel slightly deflated.

Kit doesn't seem ready to stop though and immediately jumps into another piece. This one he plays seamlessly, like he's played it a thousand times previous and I recognise it faintly. It brings back memories of sleepless nights and I smile softly.

I put my violin down and walk towards our adjoining wall. I slide my back down it and sit on the floor, my head leant against the wall as I enjoy his talent. My eyes slip closed as he plays and plays, one song slipping into the next. I can't help but feel that he's playing these for me.

I'm jolted back to reality when the bell rings through the corridors and I sigh heavily, not quite ready to face the rest of the day. I feel the need to see him, to speak to him, to ask him once and for all if his lullabies are meant for me. I scramble to my feet.

I pack up my violin quickly, dashing out to try and catch Kit before he goes, but he's already gone.

My heart sinks, but I smile at the thought of seeing him in orchestra this evening. I would ask him then just how he feels for me and I would have my answer. No more sleepless nights. The truth.