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Chapter 3

I hadn’t seen Harry again since that first day. According to Kenna, he came to the studio fairly often to record that week, but during the time when I had class. I’ll admit he peaked my interest. That day, I went home after class and did a little…research, I guess you could call it.

Harry Styles and his band mates were ALL over the Internet. I’m not kidding. Their faces are plastered everywhere. There were millions of pictures and videos and tons of news articles. So much so that I felt like I personally knew each and every one of the boys by the end of the night. I learned their story, how they each tried out on X Factor and were put in a group. I learned that Harry likes to get naked and Niall likes to eat a lot. I learned that Louis was a prankster, Liam was “Daddy Direction” and Zayn was the mysterious one. Most of all, I learned that they’re all big goofballs and as far as pop stars go, they’re pretty normal.

I even listen to a couple of their songs and even though they completely aren’t my style, I liked them…a lot actually. Especially Little Things. I’m not going to lie, that one surprised me. It addressed something inside every girl, insecurity. It didn’t hurt that five extremely attractive boys were the ones singing it. I fell asleep with it on repeat that night.

The next morning I rolled out of bed and tried to tame my rat’s nest I call hair. After a few unsuccessful attempts, I huffed and pulled it into a messy bun. Throwing on some jeans and a knit sweater, I grabbed my coat and scarf and made my way back to the recording studio.

For some reason, I was inexplicably happy. I even hummed while I walked to work. Hummed! I never hum. The sky was still grey and a chill still hung in the air but I was still happy. I guess I’m beginning to like the weather more than I thought I would. It couldn’t be because I was hoping to see a pair of kind green eyes. Could it? I shook my head quickly. No, of course not. That’s ridiculous.

I pulled open the door to the studio and pulled off my outer layers. “Hey James!” I called over my shoulder, wrestling with my scarf.

He poked his head out of one of the studios. “Hey Skylar! There were a couple people who left messages. I’m in here with a client but we’ll be out soon.”

I nodded and put the phone to my ear. “Twelve New Messages,” the robotic tone said. I was so wrapped up in sorting through the messages, taking notes, and making appointments that I didn’t notice the studio door pop open. A hand settled gently on my shoulder and hot breath tickled my ear. “Well hello again Skylar.”

I spun around in my chair and landed face to face with none other than Harry Styles himself, his face just inches from mine. I glanced down at his lips for a split second before pulling my body closer to the desk. “Hey Styles. What’s up?” I asked, acting casual.

“Just working on a new song, you know. I am in a recording studio after all,” he said cheekily.

“Haha. Very funny, Styles.” I quipped back. “You any good?”

He raised his eyebrows. “Am I any good? Well why don’t you tell me?”

My eyebrows furrowed and my nose crinkled. “Um okay? Are you going to sing to me or something?”

He laughed. “Not yet. Buy me dinner first,” he joked. “No, I want you to listen to the new song.”

I smiled. “Alright. Let’s see if you’re as good as you think you are.”

He grabbed my hand, intertwining our fingers and pulled me towards the studio door. He covered my eyes and sat me down in the big leather chair next to the controls. “Do me a favor, yeah?” Harry asked. “Keep your eyes closed. I want you to listen, just listen.”

I nodded as Harry pushed a button and piano keys filled the air. “Now you were standing there right in front of me,” Harry’s voice sings, rich and deep, and perfectly on key. “I hold on and it’s getting harder to breathe,” Harry’s real voice joins the recording singing in my ear.

I sat completely still for the entire song. It really was unbelievable. When the closing notes drifted into silence I opened my eyes to find emerald green orbs staring intently back at me. “Well?” he prompted.

“It was incredible. Really, really good actually,” I said, smiling. “Who gave you the song?”

He ran a hand through his curls, smiling at the floor. “I wrote it actually,” he admitted, looking back up at me.

“Wow. Harry you’re amazing. That song was amazing,” I said, putting my hand on his arm. “If you don’t mind me asking, what’s it for exactly?”

“I’m not quite sure yet. I might present it to the band to record together if they like it or I may just keep it for myself. It’s kind of personal I guess,” Harry said.

“Definitely. Honestly, if I were you, I’d keep it. You wrote it, it’s yours. You don’t have to share everything you know,” I said, standing up from the chair.

“You know, you’re right!” he said grinning. “Thanks. I did this for me, to get my thoughts out there. No one has to hear it. Besides you and me of course,” he said wrapping his arm around my shoulders in a side hug. “Thanks Sky.”

            “Sure thing, Styles,” I grinned as I walked him out.

A/N: Hey guys!! So I'm not sure if you guys are liking this story. I have a couple more chapters already written and it definitely gets more interesting. Any feedback would be much appreciated! And if you want me to continue, leave a comment please! Thanks :P