"Nah, Niall is a deep sleeper. It'll take you hours to wake him up." 
I nod at him before glancing at the piano. "Who plays the piano in here?" I ask as I walk towards it. 
"Uhh... Nobody really plays the piano in here that much. Sometimes I play when they aren't around the house." Harry answers shyly as he follows me. 
My brows creasing, "Why is that?"
"I just don't like playing when somebody is around."
I purse my lips, "So that means you know how to sing too?"
"Oh, don't push your luck America."
I grin, "I take that as a yes."
He shakes his head sideways subtly while he rests his elbow over the grand piano before asking, "Do you know how to play?" His eyes interested to know. 
I decided to take a seat as he stands there next to me, "I'm not really good at it. Can you play for me?"
Harry looks hesitant. "I just told you I don't want to play when somebody is around."
"Come on. You can just imagine that I am not here." I begged and I know his eyes tells me that he does not want to play the piano. "You said you play the piano and I want to know how god you are." I tell him as I pat the piano chair so he can sit next to me. 
He didn't move. 
"Come on. You brought me all the way here and you can't even entertain your guest?" I pat the piano chair again. "Please Harry?"
He groans before taking the seat next to me, "I haven't played the piano in front of someone a long time now. The last time I played the piano in front of another person was 12 years ago."
"12? Wow. Who did you play for?"
"My grandma. She requested it before she died."
I frowned, "I'm sorry for asking."
Harry smiles weakly at me as he rubs my spine with his huge hand, "It's alright."
I pulled my head up to him and smiled, "It's fine if you make a mistake when you play. I mean, I bet I suck more at playing the keys." I encouraged him. 
He just stares at me, "You're really pushy."
"I'm just here trying my luck." I smile at him. "Will you sing for me?" I asked kindly.
He looked up to the ceiling while groaning and he looked as if it was something he does not want to do. Clearly, he does not play for much people, "Don't push it, America."
"Please?"
Harry exhales heavily before turning his head back to my direction. "I'll play only this one time, for you." He tells me while he stares into my eyes before placed his hands over the piano. I didn't know what he meant but he sounded sincere when he told me he would play for me or maybe I am just thinking way too much than I should. 
"Under one condition." He adds.
"I'm doubtful with your conditions." I tell him as I see him smirking. "But what is it?"
"You'll learn how to surf with me."
I gaped as I was scoffing. "I knew you have something under your sleeve. Fine."
He nods with a smile before asking, "Do you know the song Turning Page?"
"No, I don't."
Harry pushes his hair back while raking his fingers through his luscious curls as he stares into my eyes deeply, "Well you better sit back, relax and listen well because this is for one night only." He tells me with his mischievous dimpled smile.