OneDirectionLives

Chapter 6

*WHAT A BEAUTY! God bless my eyes for I get to see him. He is actually standing in front of me. You won’t believe it but I am going to pass away. HARRY STYLES is fucking standing at the doors of the office and has literally paused my world for this minute. He is wearing a flannel sweater in blue-'yellow stripes paired with black trousers  and boots. Holding his diary, wallet and a water bottle, all adjusted in his left hand, while talking to someone on his phone, he is leaning on the beam of the door. With the top of his hair clutched in his little black clip, he balances his phone between his ears and shoulders while rubbing his forehead and then opening his water bottle and taking a sip from it. He has chipped nail paint on his fingers and I see his ‘promise ring’ on his right hand. He turns around after a minute  and walks away from the office while talking on the phone.*

I turn back towards the couch and took a sip of my tea to get my nerves down.

“There he leaves”, Louis said aloud.

“Oh yes, that single was amalgamation of few ideas of mine into one. That was in my folder for a long time and as you said it has my cry as its score and that took sometime to be like put into something like this. Those who have criticized it has criticized all of my work as well, so I don’t really care about those. And those who liked it might have felt it relatable and I really don’t make my songs to be liked. It is a kind of my art form and I enjoy doing it and the other important aspect for any song or music you create is you can’t fake any emotions or you know, any feeling. When something is told truthfully, it reaches to others, so yes I am giving it all truthfully and I am glad it is reaching to others as well.”

“That’s great that you don’t change what you want to say because of any external opinion. That is really tough to adhere to.”, Liam added.

“Yes, it is! You simply don’t do touring anymore. May I ask what keeps you away from it and how still your album manages to get that reach without it as well?”, I asked Zayn while Niall comes back again this time bringing in a platter of nachos and munching on it.

“Oh bring it in Baby, I was starving”, Liam said with twinkle in his eyes and reaching his hand into the platter.

“Move Away, it is mine.”, Niall scolds Liam. Zayn shifts to the corner while making space for Niall to sit in between.

“Sharing is Caring Neil.”, Louis grabs some from Niall’s plate as well does Liam.

“Do you want some, Diana. I will only share it with you.”, Niall asks me while offering the plate.

“No, I had the cookies. I am good, thanks Niall”.

“Are you settled Niall, can I answer her now?”, Zayn interrupts their loud munching.

Niall offers one to Zayn and he opens his mouth to eat it.

“Um, yes I don’t tour that much. I mean I do gigs which is like a two or at most like a week event sort of. Touring doesn’t end well with me and after going solo, it doesn’t even more. It is too much of attention and anxiety creeps in for me then. So, I have left it way back. As I said before as well, I don’t do music for the sake of you know getting it to be liked or something, I do it for my peace and as an art form for me. So, if my album gets that reach, I am blessed and yeah, so I don’t tour  that much. I do it with few artist though like I did a couple of them with these lads here as well.”

“What is this going on here?”, I can smell, some berries sort of aftershave with a strong cologne as Harry makes his entry and stands beside to where I am sitting. He then waves at me and I am not able to register it all so quickly. I just again stand up without realising that I have my diary and pen on my lap which fells down.