Stereotypes (A Harry Styles Fanfiction)

Chapter 4 - Music to my Ears

I can’t believe my dad is making me write songs for this stupid band. Sure they seem nice, well, besides Harry, he’s just annoying. But I really don’t feel like my style of music is theirs. Mine is more young adult than young teenager.  Although Louis did say something about their second album being more ‘mature’…

I set my notebook and pencil down on the side of my bed and go downstairs. I’m not sure when my dad is supposed to be home but I know he keeps a copy of every album the studio helps make in his office. The room smells like old coffee and popcorn, the way it always smells like, even my dad’s office at work smells like it.

I see the familiar racks of albums along the whole right side of his office. It’s a massive amount really, every single album Portland Studios has made for 30 years. Any album before that is in another room somewhere else in the house. I go over and look for the O’s and skim along until I reach One Direction. Up All Night, and Take Me Home. I can’t tell which is supposed to be the first or second but the Up All Night one they look a little younger.

It’s weird how much different yet completely the same they look in person compared to the airbrushed versions of them on the album covers. You can still tell easily that it’s them, but all their features are smoothed over, perfected. I was wrong before when I thought they were perfect, they’re not at all but yet I wouldn’t change anything about them. Not that I’d ever admit that to anyone, especially them… Especially Harry.

I head back upstairs and stick Up All Night into my laptop and plug in my headphones. The first song, called What Makes You Beautiful, that’s the one I know. They played it everywhere 24/7 it was the most annoying thing in the world. Don’t get me wrong, it’s catchy sure, but does it really need to be played constantly? I almost skip to the second one but I let it play through.

After the whole album runs I just lay here. I can’t lie that it’s not bad. More Than This and Moments were really good, the lyrics were near perfection. I might as well listen to the next one.

Live While We’re Young. Hm. Sounds like that YOLO crap. The beat in this is pretty good. More than that actually, it’s the kind of song you’d party to. This is most definitely the second album, when they say, “Tonight let’s get some, and live while we’re young,” they’re for sure referencing sex. Nice.

Alright, Kiss You. I’m starting to get the drift that a vast majority of their songs have a part somewhere where “Na Na Na” is used one way or another. Good song though, I’d listen to this.

Little Things, ooh, another slow one. I like slow songs.

Your hand fits in mine like it’s made just for me

but bare this in mind it was meant to be

And I’m joining up the dots with the freckles on your cheeks

and it all makes sense to me

Uhm…

I know you’ve never loved

the crinkles by your eyes when you smile

You’ve never loved your stomach or your thighs

The dimples in your back at the bottom of your spine

but I’ll love them endlessly

Oh my this is good…

I won’t let these little things slip out of my mouth

but if I do, it’s you, oh it’s you they add up to

I’m in love with you, and all these little things