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"Did we just write four of the best songs in the whole entire world? Yes. Are they going to win awards? Yes. Are we the best song writers in the whole fucking world? Yes!" the Irish man shouts, standing on top of his seat and throwing his hands into the air like a drunk person would.

Niall, Harry and I have been in the studio for nearly three hours and we've already written four new songs and I've even helped them both with songs of their own. This whole experience is amazing, I cant thank the boys enough for being here and helping me out. Getting away from LA is all I needed and I'm so glad that it's helped.

"Seriously. When this album gets called out for a Grammy I better be the first person you mention." Niall says, jumping off his seat and pointing at me. I'm surprised he didn't complain about his knee. "If you don't, I won't be a happy camper... at all."

Harry clears his throat from next to him. "Erm... I'm here too?"

Niall shrugs. "Irrelevant."

I stifle a laugh as Harry's eyebrows shoot up. "Is that so?" he mutters, shaking his head as he pulls his phone out of his pocket— frantically tapping on the screen. "Hold on one second."

I'm confused as to what he's doing until I can hear sound come out from his phone after he turns it up. When the familiar voice fills the air, Harry and I take a glance at each other and instantly start cracking up.

"Oh no, Niall!" the lady says from the screen, making Niall turn a shade of pink. The video then switches to when he bounced the basketball and it hit him in the face, then to when he flirted with a model and asked her to twerk for him in an interview, then to his Viva La Vida performance— that's all we got to see until he shoved Harry's hand back, making the phone call from his grip.

Harry and I continue to laugh as he pouts like a child and crosses his arms, leaning back into the chair. "This is unfair."

Harry shrugs as he picks his phone up from the floor, shutting it off and sliding back into the pocket of his flared jeans. "Sucks to suck." he says, full on grinning as he calms down from his laughing fit.

An idea erupts in my head and I pull my phone out and open my tiktok, sliding down to a video that I had liked a few days ago. I throw the phone at Niall and tell him to look at it, laughing when his pout turns into a sly grin.

"Two can play this game." he drags out and flips the phone around, showing it to Harry as he refreshes the video- slowly watching as the smirk drops from
his face.

"I've never dated a girl who's like... spat bef-"

His hands immediately cover his face. "Sydney!" Harry groans, throwing his head back. I laugh at his reaction and watch the video with Niall, enjoying every second of it.

"Hold on, hold on," Niall quickly says. "This part is good, keep watching!"

The video then turns to when Harry completely ate shit on stage one night during the OTRA tour- then telling the thousands of people there to 'delete the video if they caught it', then to when he was singing kiwi on stage and glitched, then to when he was hit in the balls multiple times on stage— we didn't see anything after that. Just like Niall, Harry also hit the phone out of his hand.