Harry:
He turns his head to look at you and smiles sadly, "Cheers, but I'm going to ruin the whole song if I can't reach those notes." You frown slightly, shuffling on the settee so your legs are beneath you.
"No you won't - we can swap who sings what around, get the boys back in tomorrow. Liam could do the duet and you could take his verse and the lead in the chorus,"
"No," he replies sternly, authoratively, and your eyes widen in surprise.
"It's got to be me who does the duet with you otherwise it's pointless."
"What are you talking about?" you ask him dumbly, your brows knitted together because he's just not making any sense.
"We can let Liam take the duet and -"
"No, it has to be me," you jump as he gets to his feet, staring down at you intensely.
"This is my song, this means something. You don't get it do you? You haven't worked it out?" You get to your feet to, placing your hands on his chest, gently pushing to try and get him sat back down but he won't budge.
"Harry, you're stressed, I don't know what you're -"
"Here," he interrupts, taking one of your hands in his and making it close around a piece of paper.
"Just look at it... Really look." You're too overwhelmed by the whole situation that you cannot even speak up as he walks out of the studio, slamming the door behind him. You perch yourself on the edge of the settee, unscrewing the sheet in your hand to look at it as he'd told you to. A quick glance tells you it's a lyric sheet for 'You Don't Know It's You', and you frown, wondering if this is all just a big prank and he's having you on. You read through the lyrics several times, each time shredding away some of the voices, the melodies, the music, the beat, until you're left with the raw lyrics. It's about a boy who’s liked a girl for as long as he can remember, and she's clueless and he doesn't know how to tell her. You feel your heart beating faster as you get to the duet, the part where the boy finally confesses how he feels, and Harry's words echo around your brain.
"It's got to be me who does the duet with you otherwise it's pointless." The lyric sheet drops from your hand as you get to your feet and move robotically to the door, as you think about where Harry might have gone. It's surprisingly easy to find him, he's just outside the studio's building resting against the aged brick wall.
"Harry..." His head whips round at the sound of your voice and the two of you look at eachother for a long while, though neither of you speak. The hurt and broken look on his face makes you sigh, and you want nothing more than to make him better. Before you can stop yourself, before you can process the potential outcomes of this, your hands are in his hair and his are holding your waist tightly as you kiss. The moment your brain catches up with what’s going on you pull away, stumbling backwards a few steps, your hand subconsciously hiding your lips. You squeeze your eyes shut in embarrassment as you speak.
"Please tell me I've understood all this right, because if I haven't I have just made the biggest idiot of myself ever and I just want to be buried alive." The sound of his laughing makes you open your eyes, and you jump slightly - he was closer than you were expecting.
"No," he grins leaning down to recapture your lips again.
"You got it right on."
Niall:
"As much as I'd like to drop him in it because of how much of an idiot he was just then," he laughs slightly, shaking his head before focusing his attentions back on you, "It's not my place to say anything - you'll have to ask him yourself." You march through the house, heading towards the back door that Niall had escaped through just minutes before. You were mad, mad that something apparently you'd done could have caused an argument like that - it was fights like that, that bands broke up over and you refused to have that under your name. You find him pacing around at the bottom of the huge garden, kicking aimlessly at the strands of grass and you stalk over to him.
