When Life And Love Gives You A Second Chance (A One Direction Fan Fiction)

Chapter 4 - Music Lessons

Chapter Four – Music Lessons

Summer’s POV)

Two days pasted by. It was hard to act like normal but I managed to do it. Something that bugged me for real was actually my clothes. I’m not one of those girls who love shopping and fashion. I only wore things I felt comfortable in and that I felt that I looked good in. It really didn’t matter what others thought of me and my clothes. But I went around feeling very uncomfortable for that reason as well; I didn’t feel like myself in my old clothes. At the age of 17 I had finally found myself and now I was walking around like the old me that was looking for her personality.

Soon enough it was Wednesday and the last lesson on the day was music. I had music on Thursdays too, together with my own class but on Wednesday those who wanted had an opportunity to have an extra music-class. We usually preformed in the school’s cafeteria too sometimes. I was really excited all day long, I couldn’t wait to meet Niall.

Then the moment finally came. Our music-teachers put us together in groups of 5-6 people and of course I knew which group I would end up in; the one with Niall.

In the group it was mostly people from Niall’s class so I didn’t know them. They were all a bit special, Niall knew them pretty well but he was nothing like them. We had Jan, with really long black hair and he was the weirdest of them all. He had a funny accent because he came from a totally different country. I remember him being a drummer, a pretty bad one too…

And then it was this girl Emma and her friend Erin, I don’t know really what they were doing because they didn’t really play any instruments, well Erin could sing. And then we had Louis, he was three years older than me so he was a senior. He always joked and didn’t really take anything seriously. He played the piano but when that wasn’t available he joked around with the guitar. I remember one time when he played on a guitar with only 4 strings. He was going to be one of the members of Niall’s band with in a year.

We all got placed in another classroom because not all the groups fitted in the music-classroom. Niall, Erin and I brought a guitar each, Jan took one of those boxes you can play drums on (I have no idea what they’re called…) and Louis was sick that day.

Niall sat down next to me. We had a pretty easy song to play: “Good Riddance (Time of your life)” by Green Day. We all played but no one really sang. I knew that Niall really could sing very well but he was too shy in the beginning. Myself, I could play guitar and piano pretty good but I just wasn’t talented. I could sing a little bit to, I mean I could take some notes but I just didn’t have a beautiful voice. I wasn’t really in to become something within music; I just loved to play for fun.

So everyone pretty much just mumbled the words. Niall was trying to get everyone else to sing.

“Come on; sing louder, I know you can sing.” He said to ME! His Irish accent was so wonderful. I remember him saying that the last time too and that still gave me happiness, two years later. This time I actually dared to sing a little bit louder, because I wasn’t as shy as I was the last time. Once I sang louder everyone else started to sing louder too. When our teacher, Mr. Peterson, came by to check on us and he gave us some good credit because we sang.

We played and sang some other songs too and Niall sang so beautiful. It made my knees weak. The one and a half hour ended too soon and it was time to go home. But I felt so happy. That moment together with him meant the world to me. I had made up my mind, next week I was going to talk to him. I was going to make him into my friend.           

One week moved on pretty fast. I was still confused over being alive and everything but I made it through threw the days. At least I didn’t have to spend so much time studying, school was much easier back then and I was surprised on how much I remembered. I hung out with Emma one afternoon and it felt almost normal. After all we did the same things when we were 15 like we did when we were 17. We always joked around but we could be serious when we needed to. You know when you’re 17/18 or older and feel like you want to go back to your child-hood when everything was so easy? This felt almost like that, because I wasn’t so worried about things, as I knew things would work out. The whole situation with my siblings would blow over in a few months.

So Wednesday came again. The two girls were sick so I was alone with the three boys. I thought that it would be my chance to get into a conversation with them. We got placed in the same classroom and we started playing some songs. Niall and Louis sang too, but pretty silently.

“You play really good guitar, Summer.” Louis said and smiled at me.

“Thanks.” I said and smiled shyly towards him. “But you guys sing great!” I added.

“For how long have you played?” Niall asked me.

“I don’t really know; guitar maybe 2-3 years or something. I’ve played piano since I was 9.”

“You must be really good then!” Louis said.

“Not really, I’m self-taught so when I reach the higher levels I can’t really learn more by myself.”

“Take some lessons then.” Niall said.

I told them that when I was 8/9 years old. I applied to start taking piano-lessons at the town’s arts school. But when they called like a year later I told my mum to tell them I didn’t want to anymore because I was too shy. Probably one of the biggest mistakes in my life but I liked to say that I was self-taught too.

“But I’m just playing because I think its fun. That’s why I take these lessons so that I can play together with others. I always play alone at home otherwise.”

“We can play together sometime, if you want to.” Niall offered while looking really nervous and I was so shocked I could barely speak. It was a bit awkward too, because Louis was there too. Of course Jan was there too, but he didn’t say anything the whole time.

“Su… Sure.” I stammered. Niall smiled big at me and in that moment I relaxed and smiled just as big back to him. It was just us two in the world for a couple of seconds. Then the door opened.

“How’s it going guys?” Mr. Peterson asked us.

“Pretty good, it seems like Niall and Summer has a date.” Louis said and laughed at his own joke and Jan joined him. Mr. Peterson looked like he didn’t understand and I could feel my face becoming red just like Niall’s. Then we all let it go and started to play a song to our teacher.