Dream Catcher |H.S|

Chapter Twelve

Violet's POV;

"Blondie, do you have anything new you want to record today? The executive at the label emailed me and asked if we could record another song to send to him." Pauli asks me as I was sitting on the couch in the studio.

"Yeah I have a bunch. What genre should we do?" I ask in return as I grab my songbook out of my purse.

"He really liked the angrier song that we played him." They tell me and I smirk as I flip to a specific page.

"Well, I do have a song in mind." I say standing up and walking to the sound booth.

"Hey, London bridges!" I call out to Harry, making him look up from his phone.

"How do you feel about me name dropping you in a song?" I ask with an evil smile.

"I'm worried, yet intrigued. Let's hear it." He says with a smile as he gets up from his swivel chair at the sound board.

I walk up to the headphones resting on the mic, before speaking into the mic so Pauli and Harry can hear me.

"This one is more drums than guitar, but you can add anything you think would fit it as long as the drums are the main instrument." I tell them and they nod at me through the glass.

"Any specific beat?" Pauli asks and I shake my head.

"Just start off soft and at a steady beat, then build it as I get to the chorus." I tell them.

*Play now!*

Better, better
Better, better
Better, better
Better

Does it make you feel a little bit better?
When you're messing with my head for pleasure
You ain't tall enough to act like that (that)

I look over to Pauli who is nodding their head in agreement to the lyrics with a silly grin.

You're loveless
Is that a symptom of being gorgeous?
Whatever happened to being modest?
You ain't good enough to treat me bad
To you I'm an overly emotional, easily replaceable
Overthinking dumb blonde
Who never got her shit together

I take a deep breath before making my voice stronger for the chorus.

You think you can do better
Must've hit your head too hard when you fell from heaven
'Cause you're not quite Harry Styles
Running around with your God complex
Do you picture yourself while we're having sex together?
If you think you can do better
Maybe I deserve
Better, better
Better, better
Better, better

I glance over at Harry who is smirking at me through the glass, and I try to hold my laughter in.

Honest, yeah, you're the source of all my problems
Yeah, you're a piece of work that I've fallen
It would be better if you loved me back
To you I'm overly emotional, easily replaceable
Overthinking dumb blonde
Who never got her shit together

You think you can do better
Must've hit your head too hard when you fell from heaven
'Cause you're not quite Harry Styles
Running around with your God complex
Do you picture yourself while we're having sex together?
If you think you can do better

I make my voice lighter as I sing the next part of the song with my eyes closed.

I know that I'm overly emotional, easily replaceable
Even I can admit that
But you're an egotistic maniac
Who never says the L word back
Guess you've really met your match, bitch