A/N: Okay I'm in love with my own story...deal with it! I want to clear somethings up though!
1) Payzer is my life even though they broke up I still want them married...so I have nothing against Danielle.
2) JOSH DEVINE IS FUCKING SEX WITH DRUMSTICKS so no I don't hate him but I needed an emotional attachment to the readers so I used him...he is hot that's my other reason, take it or leave it.
3) One Direction doesn't exist, but their songs do. So even if they pop up imagine its just another boy band (I know it hurts but whatevs)
4) WHAT DO YOU THINK OF MY NEW COVER!? DON'T THE SILHOUETTE PICTURES LOOK EXACTLY LIKE LIAM AND ARIANA?! I can't stop spazzing sorry! Thanks to Cindy my beloved cousin! Love you BABE! :P <3
Okay enough with my ranting...here is chapter 3 bitches! Love Me xx Lulu Payne~
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"Hey!"
"Mrs. O'Neil, can I please just be done for the day? I'm begging you!" I was all but on my hands and knees trying to just get home.
"No way young lady! I shall not let you slack off, we have to always practice! I want this song perfected! Now start from the top WITH the piano this time young lady."
Ugh! She seriously was menopausal! One second she is all sweet and shit then she goes, and fucks me over! Sly little bitch! I was not in the mood for this right now. It took me everything I had to walk over to the boys today every time I saw them. I told him yesterday, I wasn't backing down. He can't control what I do, and he will just have to learn that. But I hated walking over. The boys weren't half bad, they were a good laugh sometimes, it was just him. I couldn't get over the poison in his eyes that bore right through me. Weren't brown eyes supposed to be warm and welcoming? But his were, I remember exactly what they looked like when I first saw him, but now I saw no hint of that. It was like we were in a masquerade and I was trying to rip off his mask that he had super-glued to his face.
"I haven't got all day Miranda, play now!" Mrs. O'Neil snaps me out of my internal rant.
Jeez, what was her problem? Old people I tell you, worse then high school skanks I tell ya!
I let my fingers flow across the keys as I started the opening of the song. It really was a beautiful song, I loved it, but I couldn't multitask for the life of me. I knew the notes perfectly but when she made me play it on the piano, I couldn't get it right. It was impossible. After another hour of messing up every line she finally let me stop. I sighed in relief as I got up and stretched smiling at the welcoming pop of aching joints.
"Mindy dear, I'm sorry for snapping at you but you really need to start getting the hang of this." Mrs. O'Neil lets out a sigh as she strokes my hair lovingly.
No matter how much she snaps, I love her, she was like a mother to me, a mother that I never had. I lean in and give her a hug not knowing how to thank her in that moment. She hugs me tight then chuckles before she hits me with the news that made me debate throwing the piano on her head.
"So dear, I was listening to Liam's voice, and guess what? Your voices were meant to be with each other. I can imagine the harmonies already! I can't wait for him to come next class, I'm going to start looking duets for you now! You children make me feel young again, no off you go I have a lot of work to do." She quickly ushers me out of her home after dropping the bomb on me just like that.
WHAT! A duet with him? It was already bad enough that I had to go near him every time I saw the boys. He will never accept to do a duet with me, that's a good thing, at least I don't think Mrs. O'Neil will be able to convince that angry mind of his. I walk home breathing better, now that I had deleted the chance of us doing a duet together, I didn't have to worry about a thing.
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Music Class (Punk AU/Liam Payne)
FanfictionMiranda (Mindy) Ryker has finally started Uni. She goes to class, to lunch, chats with friends, then makes her way to the music class every few days. Liam Payne is feared by all with his piercings and his tattoos that cover every inch of his skin...
