London Boy [HARRY STYLES]

- 7 -

Yesterday night Harry receive a call from Anne, she was crying telling him how one of her friends daughter died while giving birth. The worst part was that Harry knew the girl from his childhood, she used to be his babysitter. He couldn't stop thinking about her and like everytime that he didn't know how to deal with his feelings a song started to grow on his mind.

In the spur of the moment Harry called the band to his home, they didn't had a studio booked for the day but he needed them to finish that song that was his own way to honor his late babysitter.

Just stop your crying

It's a sign of the times

Welcome to the final show

Hope you're wearing your best clothes

Mitch sat on the sofa listening to the story Harry was telling them, he was not sure if something like that would work on a song but the verses he had already wrote seemed good enough.

"Are you sure this couldn't wait two days? You know when we could actually use the studio" Mitch complained because unknown to them he was going to hang out with Sarah, the two of them alone as in an unoficial date.

"I'm sorry I just couldn't take the words out of my mind but didn't know how to put them together. If you had plans you didn't had to come it's totally ok" Harry told him feeling selfish for not even ask.

Mitch share a look with Sarah, they've been friends for years and telling the rest of the band that they may or may not get together so soon felt wrong.

"Nah mate, just thought it would be easier to work it out on the studio, it's all" Mitch said playing what would become the first notes of Harry's first solo single.

You can't bribe the door on your way to the sky

You look pretty good down here

But you ain't really good

"I love this song Harry, it's really a great gesture to write a song in her honor and the lyrics are very respectful too" Sarah didn't had her drums but worked the rythm against the wood table.

"Thank you I'm just trying to digest the fact that she's gone... I've never thought of a situation like this. I remember as if it was yesterday how we would play cops and robbers on my mum's garden, I always wanted to be the cop so she would run away from me while I follow her with my toy gun".

If we never learn, we been here before

Why are we always stuck and running from

The bullets?

The bulllets

After three hours the song was not finished but they had worked all the lyrics and Harry's mind was at ease. He invited them to stay and drink some beers. Mitch, Clare, Sarah and Adam had known each other for years and formed a good friendship but Harry was falling just right in their dynamic.