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Guitar Lessons V2-
Author's Note: Second version of Guitar Lessons. Personally I like the first one better. But let's pretend this one is as good as the other one. I apologize for the last one-shot I updated being so short. I just wanted to upload something and will go back and had more to it later. I'm running out of ideas on how to start/end these. Enjoy. (The first few paragraphs are the same as the first version)
Niall's P.O.V.
The guitar was one of the most complex instruments that a person could learn how to play. It looked simple, with only six strings and only a few notes that you had to learn. Wrong. Like any instrument it took time, skill, and most importantly, practice. One had to be patient and willing to obtain everything necessary in order to play the guitar. Once you mastered these concepts, the chords and notes would harmonize together in a flow, creating full songs. Anyone can learn how to play this instrument; but playing it with a true passion and love was not as common as it should be. Feeling like you have a connection, something that links you to the music is key in playing.
I had been able to play since I was 11 but it was never really something I took up seriously until a year or two ago. Now you could hardly get me to put one down. Writing was a whole other process but it came so naturally with everything else. As I walked into my living room to examine all the guitars hanging on the wall, I saw my favorite was perched against a stand in the corner of the room. Quickly making my way over to it I picked it up and placed the thick strap around my shoulder making sure to grab a handful of guitar picks as well as a case.
In the hallway my phone went off indicating that I had just gotten a text message. Upon opening it I started to rush around my flat doing one last sweep to double check everything I needed was with me and the things being left behind locked away safely. All my suitcases were already downstairs loaded on the bus. We were going on tour and it would be about 10 months before I returned home. It was always great to travel the world with my mates and meet fans, but missing home was a big part of it. Making sure to grab my keys, wallet, and phone I glanced around one more time before shutting the door and checking that it was locked. Outside everyone was waiting for me so that we could leave.
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Harry was perched on top of my lap, looking out the window at the endless fields of green. The pads of his thumbs were rubbing lazy circles under my shirt. Every so often my skin became more and more exposed to the cold air, but in a sense it was comforting, so I made no move to push his hands away. His head was resting on my chest, while his legs were on either side of my thighs, straddling me. For the most part we sat in a comfortable silence enjoying the peace. "Hey Ni," Harry said suddenly, bringing me out of my thoughts. "Yeah?" I sat up a little straighter in my seat, looking at him with curiosity.
"How long does it take for a person to learn how to play the guitar?" I shrugged my shoulders. "Depends on the person, really." This was so out of the blue. "How long did it take you?" It had been a while ago but I had learned at the age of 11 or 12. "Uh.. I started years ago, but didn't take it up seriously til I was 16. I reckon about at least 4 months, maybe longer." There was no exact time frame. And I think I knew where he was going with this. Harry had a tendency to get jealous of other people that could play instruments. He'd wanted to learn since a young age but just didn't seem to possess the patience or interest to learn.
If this was going to be like any of our other conversations it wasn't going to end very well. He always begged me to teach him and I would gladly do it so long as he actually tried and didn't give up after the first try. Of course he would fail the first few times. No one got it right in a matter of a few hours. Let's be realistic here. Even I, a rather skilled player compared to him, made a lot of mistakes. "Bet I could beat that, Ni." Here we go again I thought to myself as I rolled my eyes in irritation. "Stop being so cocky. If you couldn't do it last time, what makes you think you can do it now." I said bringing up a good point, and deep down he knew I was right. He wouldn't be able to do it.
I pushed Harry off of my lap and rolled over onto my side in hopes of falling asleep. "Come on babe, please." Harry practically purred in my ear, wrapping his arms around my waist. "Sod off you wanker." My response seemed to egg him on even further. "I'll do anything you want." He said gently nibbling the shell of my ear, pressing light kisses along my neck. I sighed deeply and closed my eyes even tighter. He knew that was my weak spot. "Okay fine! But don't make me regret this." Can't believe I gave in again. Damn you Harry Styles. "Come on then." Without much warning he hauled me up over his shoulder carrying me across the room.
He eyed my guitar and put me down in order to get it from its case. "You better be careful with that or I will kill you." I said. The last time I let him use my guitar he broke two of the strings and I threw a fit. This was my baby and I didn't let ANYONE touch it. "Alright, alright. Don't get your knickers in a twist." A slight pout had formed on Harry's face. "Don't be like that babe. Please." He pleaded. I shook my head at him. "You're leaving me no choice Ni. I'm going to have to tickle you..." My eyes widened at his words. "NO!" I yelled throwing myself onto the other couch already trying to avoid his arms from reaching any part of me.
"Harry, no no! Don't you dare come near me." I warned as he took a step closer in my direction and pried my arms away from my sides. "You asked for it." He said with no warning, lunging forward when I least expected it and tickled my sides until I was practically in tears. My arms were flailing in the air wildly as I gasped for air. "Stop, stop!" I yelled in hopes of getting him to stop. He got off of me and settled down next to me on the couch. "Weren't we meant to be having a guitar lesson?" I asked suddenly remembering the real reason we were in this position in the first place. "Yeah, nearly forgot because you were screaming like a girl, babe." I sent a scowl his way as he chuckled at me. "Let's just get this over with,"
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It was my turn to laugh now. I leaned back against the plush cushions on the couch and watched as Harry struggled to play the right chords to Midnight Memories. It was a tough song to master, not to mention teaching it to someone with no experience. Yet Harry insisted he could get it right. There was this look of frustration on his face as he tried his hardest to concentrate. He didn't look pleased with himself one bit and seemed to be wondering why it wasn't working out as he had hoped. The notes were coming out all wrong and the order of it just made the song sound unrecognizable. Harry sighed in defeat and looked over at me for some sort of guidance.
"I told you it wasn't easy." I reminded him as if saying 'I told you so'. The frown on his face deepened. "It shouldn't be this hard, though. Learning instruments should be as easy as breathing. All you have to do is strum strings for god's sake!" Oh if only he knew the half of it. Nothing was that easy. "Sorry babe. But I told you before it wasn't that easy. Guess I was right." I said shrugging my shoulders. Harry shook his head not wanting to accept the truth. He knew I was right but didn't want to admit it, yet again. He never admitted to defeat. "It takes practice." He couldn't force something like this. And that's when you knew his competitive side had come out. It wasn't about learning to play the guitar anymore. He wanted to outsmart me.
I knew I should be mad at him, but I found his anger one of the most adorable things ever. He had this pout on his face and his eye brows furrowed, arms crossed over his chest, eyes refusing to meet mine. His gaze was focused on the ground. "I give up." He said suddenly standing up and heading towards the door. "Babe, come back." And if he wasn't fuming before, he was now. I doubled over in laughter, not being able to hold it in anymore, and held my stomach. Was it bad that I was laughing? I knew that I should go after him and calm him down, but I couldn't stop laughing. This was exactly like it had been before when I tried teaching him how to play the guitar so it came as no surprise to me.
Once I had composed myself I went out into the front of the bus and searched for Harry, who was lying in his bunk, back facing the curtain. He was looking up at the ceiling and I crawled right in without hesitation. "Are you mad?" I asked waiting for his reply. It was obvious that he had become fed up with not being able to learn the chords right the first time, and my laughter didn't help much either. "Yes." His voice was low and I smiled, kissing his shoulder blade. "Look, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have laughed at you. I was wrong. Won't do it again." I said burying my nose in the crook of his neck. "Promise?" I propped myself up on one elbow so I could get a better view of him and leaned forward. "Promise." I said, planting a kiss to his cheek this time. One of my hands rested around his waist, while the other was stroking circles with my thumb. We stayed like that for the rest of the night, soon drifting off to sleep, everything else long forgotten.
Author's Note: Thanks for reading lovelies, you're honestly the best. If you have any recommendations on fanfics please send them to me, I'm always looking for something new to read. Spring is almost here and I'm excited for the warm weather although I do enjoy fall and winter. The next one-shot will be really long I promise since these last two were so short. Until next time!
P.S. After rereading this I realized its mostly just fluff and practically nothing with learning the guitar.. whoops.