Music soothes the soul

{Modern time}

"Come on (F/n), time to go for your piano lesson! We're meeting your new teacher today!" You mother called from the lounge room.

"Yep gimme a sec!" You called back while getting dressed. You Sunday was a booked day, just like any other day. At 10 in the morning, you and your family would go to church until 12. Then at 12:45, you have swimming for an hour then a little break before your piano lesson at 2:30. After that, you have art  and social studies until 6:00. Yeah, packed.

You brushed your still damp hair and pulled it into a high ponytail. I need to look at least decent and not like a druggo for my first lesson. You pulled on a light grey blazer over your white tee and black jeans to match the new black Nike kicks your father got you for Thanksgiving. 

Before you left your room, you spotted the silver chain your grandmother left you before she left town. You put the chain over your head, picked up your bag containing your music books and headed to the car where your mother waited for you. 

"You look professional for your age young lady." You other chirped as she pulled out the driveway.

"Oh please, I wanna look somewhat formal for the first lesson at least!" You replied crossing your arms making your mother chuckle a little. 

"His house should be....ah, this one. Very nice." You mother piped as she drove into the driveway. Indeed, the house was very good looking. Grey outer walls, white pillars and a black garage door. A beautiful lawn with red roses grew at the front opposite the front door. Finally, a black fence to conceal the magic within. 

"Wait, you never told me it was a HIM!!" You squeaked. I would've dressed better.....

"Oh darling, what does it matter?" 

"EVERYTHING!" As you said that, the front door opened revealing something every girl would die for. A short man, maybe early 20s (I changed his age just so that the story could make a little more sense and won't be so creepy for reader-chan to date a 35 yr old) in a white button up shirt, black blazer, dress pants and dress shoes. A loose slim black tie and a silver chain hanging from his blazer pocket. I wonder what that is....

His grey eyes, flashed with intimidation and his black locks dangled in front of his eyes covering them a little as if they were the main show to be revealed later.

"So you must be Miss (F/n)." He said in a bored tone. 

"Ah y-yes, thats me." You forced a smile and stretched out a hand for a shake but he didn't take it, instead, he switched his attention to your mother. 

"You're Mrs (L/n) i presume then?" 

"Yes, thats right, now the lesson will be for an hour, every Saturday for $45 right?" Your mother asked rummaging through her purse to find the payment. 

"Indeed. Shall we begin now? You can pay after when you pick her up." He replied in his infamous bored voice. 

"Oh! Of course aha, go on now (F/n) I'll be here at 3:30 on the dot." You mother smiled and left you to your demise. You gulped, forced another smiled and entered the house. Inside, was just as grand as the outside. A long corridor lead to the lounge, where two majestic white grand pianos stood proudly. Everything was polished until it literally sparkled. Beside the piano near a huge window, stood a music stand, also cleaned properly and on where the music book was supposed to rest, rested a freshly picked red rose, thorns removed and cleansed. I think he may or may not have OCD.....

"You have an amazing house aha...." You tried but your voice came out like a squeak.

"Tch, thanks, shall we start?" 

~~~

"How was the lesson sweetie?" You mothered asked when she picked you up.

"It was nerve racking to be honest. No wonder his students get honours, he is strict." You sighed dumping your stuff into the boot of the car and slumped into the passenger seat. 

"Well, thats good, unlike your last teacher, your weren't even improving at all."

"Hey!"

"Okay, most the time, you self taught but I would much prefer you have a good teacher. You have talent, I'd hate to see my daughters talent go to waste."

"Thanks mother."

~~~

It's been over a year since you started lessons with Mr. Ackerman. Even though he didn't give his name the first lesson, you quickly learned that he was actually a nice person. Just intimidating, but a nice person. Occasionally, when you did well playing, he would give you a rose that would always sit on the music stand. 

"Tch, About time (F/n), you're two minutes late today." He said as he opened the door.

"I'm sorry," You panted, "I had a tournament and i overslept." 

"Tch, Excuses excuses." He tsked and walked to the piano. 

"How's your Sonatina going? You know you need to finish-"

"I have." You said accidentally cutting him off. Damn it...sh!t..He's going to kill me, I forgot my manners- and why is my heart beating so fast? I'm not scared of him! Am I?

"What was that?" He demanded as his faced darkened and his eyes flashed. 

"I...uh Sorry, I got a little uh excited about it." You stuttered.

"Excited about what? Hmm?" A sly smirk played along his lips. He ran his slender, long fingers through his hair as he bit his bottom lip. Ooh dayummmmmm why why why oh (F/n) snap out of it! You mentally slapped yourself.  

"T-The Sonatina of course aha....what else sh-should I be excited about?" You stammered, now beginning to sweat and shiver. What is this feeling? I don't like him do I? I just can't seem to shake this feeling nor put a finger on it....

"Well I dunno, is piano the only reason you enjoy coming here? Or is it the view, the roses?" He questioned. He loosened his tie a bit more revealing his smooth, pale neck. It looked so smooth you wanted to run your fingers down it then- No (F/n), keep your hands to yourself!

You looked away, face on fire. I need to stop this, this is the first time I'm feeling like this, he's my teacher! He's older than me!!!

"Mr.Ackerman-"

"Levi."

"Pardon me?"

"Levi. Call me Levi when we're alone. Hate it when people call me that."

"Oh okay uh Levi, about the sonatina...."

"Forget it." He said standing up, You watched him wide eyed not believing what he's saying. He took his black blazer off and hung it on the back of his chair, the chair he always sits in while watching you play. "Its pretty hot in here, or is it just me?"

"Uh....its just you Levi..."

"Oh? So you're called me hot now?" Sneaky bastard.

"No."

"Oh? I'm not?"

"Uhh...I uh...." You looked at your feet developing sudden interest in your glow in the dark laces. You could feel your cheeks aflame, burning your skin. 

"Come on (F/n), don't think i don't know, the way you look at me? The way you smile as your walk in, as if saying 'ah finally back here again'?" He suggested.

"I.....I.."

"Alright, I'm rephrase." Before you knew it, his lips was on yours. His lips, soft, pillowy, warm. A hand snaked around your waist and the other caressing your cheek.

You head spun a million miles per second. Everything spun out of control. Your hot piano teacher, kissing you, in the middle of a lesson. What is going on?!

"Le-levi.." You gasped but you soon melted into the kiss. As cliche as it sounds, sparks flew the moment his lips fell on yours. A sensation words cannot describe.

"I think I may or may not like you." You concluded as he pulled away. 

"I'll wait for you answer, but heres mine. I do." And kissed you again.