Totally Not Me ( 1D/ N.H. / Niall Horan)

Chapter 4

Cailin's POV

I freeze. Of all the people...HIM. What in the hell is he doing way out here?!

He looks back down at the name on his list of lessons today and then asks, "What are you doing here?" His tone isn't too inviting any longer and I really don't blame him.

"I'm here for my guitar lesson." I say staring at my feet.

"You must have the wrong room. I'm waiting for a Jana and that clearly isn't a Cailin."

"That's me." I inform him. Of all the dumb ass luck!

"Are you just out to fuck with me?" He sounds really irritated.

"Look. Jana is my middle name. It is my grandma's name. My dad calls me that because it's his mother's name and he made the arrangements for me to take these lessons. If you would prefer I go to another instructor, I understand." I explain as I take a seat and finish off by looking him in the eye. I never wanted to hurt him. He was the nicest person I met on my first day with Lou being a close second.

He stops and contemplates something for a minute...maybe he's attempting to process all this information I just regurgitated at him.

He looks back down at his list, at the clock, and back at me, "I'm fine with it if you are. Last thing I need is a complaint on my first day." He says the last part more to himself.

"Well, shall we get started?" I glance up at the clock that appears to be indicating we are a couple minutes late...there is so much a I want to explain to Niall. I want to unload the reasons why I snub him at school. I just don't think he'd even understand the prison that I'm in when I'm there.

"Have you every played a musical instrument before?" He formally asks. Ugh! I miss the Niall from my first day of school.

"No." I answer. I feel deflated. My one safe haven is infected by this intruder. Dammit!

"Okay. Look at me as if I was your mirror image. Hold your guitar like this." He takes his guitar into his lap and shows me where my right and left hands should go. I try to mimic him but it feels really awkward.

"This doesn't feel right." I mention and then explain, "I'm not trying to be difficult. It just feels really...weird."

He frowns at me and thinks for a second. Then, he asks, "Are you left handed?"

"Yes. Does that make a difference?"

The room fills with that laughter that has been stripped away from me as the week progressed. I can't help but smile although I'm still confused.

"That makes a HUGE difference!" He laughs and flips my guitar to go the other way. "Guess I should ask THAT question before I get going. Better?"

I nod. That glimmer of the Niall from my first day of school slowly disappears and the "all business" Niall is back. Not that I don't appreciate him taking his job seriously but...I...I...I don't know what I want!

He teaches me finger positioning and a couple cords to work on this week. He's really good at instructing and I want to keep learning but time is not on my side. Our hour is about up.

As my lesson comes to a close, there is a voice inside of me screaming at me...pushing me, "You owe him an explanation for being such a stuck up bitch this week!" She's right.

"Do you have any questions?" Niall asks as he writes something down on his paper.

"Uhm...yea I do...uhm..." I fumble to find my words.

He looks up at me and I quickly look to the floor. That voice inside is at it again, "Spit it out!" Jeez! She's bossy!

"I believe I owe you an apology and an explanation. Do you have a lunch break when we can meet up or a break to get some coffee?" I throw myself out there on a limb dangling by the tips of my fingers. My eyes shoot back up to his.

He closes his eyes and shakes his head, "You don't owe me anything. It's fine. Whatever." He shrugs a shoulder.

I was about to spin on my heels and leave because he clearly isn't having it but that damn inner voice is at it again, "You DO owe those to him. Are you going to take no for an answer?" Did I mention that she's persistent too?

"I do owe those to you. What's the problem? Don't you eat?" I try to lighten the mood.

The room floods with that infectious laugh again and his head goes back. I really didn't think I was THAT funny.

He catches his breath, "I take lunch at 1:00. Meet me here and we'll find somewhere close to eat." He starts laughing again, "Do I eat?"

There is a knock at the door and his next student is here. I grin at him as he smiles at me and I turn on my heels and leave the room.

I exit the music store to meet my dad waiting in his car for me. I climb into the passenger seat.

"How was it, Jana?" He asks with his usual warm, inviting smile on his face.

Well, that is a loaded question...