As you walk along the empty hallways of the beehive late at night, you hear the lilting sounds of a piano wafting through the air. Intrigued and excited, you follow the sound speeding up to a jog, your (H/C) hair flying behind you. The sound comes from behind a large oak door. Smiling, you press your ear against it. The song is beautiful, rising and falling with love behind every note. It reminds you of your childhood, and your longing to learn piano, but your mother, (who did many drugs and considered selling you to Six60 to pay for them) would never let you. The notes quietened, the song slowing down and you press your ear harder against the door, straining to hear that gorgeous melody
-click-
Ah
The door swings open and you fall over the threshold, landing with an "omph" on the floor. The piano cuts off. Rubbing your sore head you get to your knees and look up.
The beautiful man sitting on the plush brown leather of the piano stool turns towards you. His glistening orbs widen in surprise.
"Uhm… hello," you stutter, caught in his mesmerising gaze. "I heard your song and wanted to know where it was coming from."
He grins, light glinting off of his perfect teeth.
"I'm glad you enjoyed it. I'm a certified concert pianist, did you know that?"
"Wow. I've always wanted to learn piano, but my mom never allowed me to," you pout.
"Pardon? You've never experienced the epic highs and lows of concert pianism?" he tilts his head towards you and smirks, "Allow me to give you a lesson, dear lady"
Your heart skips a beat. A lesson, from this gorgeous pinnacle of human beauty? Yes please.
"you mean it?"
"Of course!" he moved to one side of the piano stool "Come and sit next to me."
You do.
He guides your hands over the keys, pressing gently as together, you play some pretty notes.
"Oh," you say, "that was beautiful. Did you write that?"
"Those are scales."
"Gesundheit"
You and Paul played long into the night, until the crisp golden sunset covered the hills and crept through Paul's office's window. You jump up in surprise when you notice the time, startling paul from his rendition of the Maidens of Spice's 'Wannabe.'
"Oh no!1!" you cry, climbing off the piano seat. "My mother is going to kill me if i don't get home before dark"
Paul's (definitely blue, because he would never support them being green) orbs peer down at the floor. "Do you truly have to go m'lady?" he questioned sadly.
"I-" you start,"i wish i could stay paul, truly. I have never felt more happy than when I'm playing with you."
"Then please (y/n), stay. I want to be together with you." he grabs you by the waist and moves you into his lap. "I love you"
"p-Paul"
Paul Goldsmith leans forward and kisses you sweetly on the mouth. Your head spins and you place your hands on either side of his face, then trial them slowly down his chest. Paul stands up to close his office blinds, kissing you softly on the nose when he returns. Smirking, he says,
"so, my darling (y/n), would you like to see my Economic Growth?"