Teach Me Daddy {H.S AU}

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Layla's POV;

"Are you ever gonna complete your new year resolution?" Manny asked me as we sat at my kitchen table. I lived in a rundown apartment in a terrible neighborhood. Manny was my best friend. He had offered for me to live with him but I kept denying is offer.

"I've tried but none of the teachers can schedule around mine," I sighed. I took a sip out of Dr Pepper can and then sat back in my shitty chair.

"There's gotta be at least one!" He exclaimed.

"Maybe there's not! Maybe I'm not meant to learn guitar," I sighed. He made a thinking face before pulling a small piece of paper out of his pocket. "What are you doing?" I asked him.

"That guy at the coffee shop I was talking to, said something about being able to give you private lessons," Manny smiled at me.

"That Harry guy?" I asked.

"Yeah, Styles. He's friends with Niall Horan," Manny winked in my direction.

"There's no way!" I exclaimed as I stood up and went to my small fridge for something to snack on.

"He also said that he wanted me to give this to you. So you call him," Manny chuckled and slid the paper towards me. I sighed and pulled out my phone dialing the number.

"Hello?" A deep voice on the other end answered.

"Um is this Harry Styles?" I asked while glancing at Manny. He had his thumbs up with a big smile on his face.

"Yes, and this is?" He questioned.

"Oh um this is Layla Malik. You met me at the coffee shop earlier today with my friend Manny," I said more nervously than before.

"Oh yes, what can I do you for?"

"Lessons. Guitar lessons?"

"Sure, when are you free?" He asked calmly.

"Anytime after six," I sighed.

"In the afternoon, correct?" He asked as I heard some shuffling.

"Yes," I said.

"Is Wednesday okay?"

"Yes," I said with a smile on my face.

"Great, I'll see you then," he said and then the phone call ended. I put my phone down and looked over at Manny with a huge grin on my face.

"Wednesday!" I squealed. He squealed with me and we jumped up doing our happy dance.

"Are you excited?" He asked.

"Yes!" I squealed.

"Omg! Okay so, I'm going home. Do you want me to come over tomorrow after you get off work?"

"I'll be okay. Go home, I'll see you later," I smiled and then he walked out of my house. I smiled at my self and did a little victory dance before going over to my living room and turning on the TV. While I was watching my favorite show, Z Nation, I fell asleep.