Diana

Chapter 10

Chapter 10

Harry POV:

"Harry! Hey! Harry!"

I was brought out of my own little world by Liam's shouts. I looked up from my phone to see the lads all focused on me, all sporting a suggestive smirk on their face.

Suddenly very self conscious, I curled up and shrunk back into the couch, trying and failing to become invisible and avoid their stares. "What?" I questioned, my voice a few octaves higher than normal.

"It's your turn in the booth!" Liam said, gesturing to recording booth behind him, still maintaining his smirk that seemed to hint that he knew something that I was ignorant of.

I shot them all a quizzical look as I got up off the couch. I dropped my phone behind me onto the cushions and rushed in the booth.

That was absolutely bonkers.

Shaking off my previous interaction with the lads, I began to warm up my voice. I was soon able to block the outside world once more and all my thoughts were swarmed with the lyrics, my ears trained solely on the notes my lips breathed out.

I was as focused as I could be. The lyrics and notes flowed out of my mouth freely, as if it required no effort.

"Maybe it's the way she walked.

Straight into my heart and stole it

Through the doors and past the guards

Just like she already owned it...

...Said I had a dirty mouth

but she kissed me like she meant it!"

I repeated these phrases a few more times until it was perfect and then I was encouraged by the staff to take a break and get some water.

I was really liking where the album was going. But a part of me felt like the princess and the pea. We were laying down the album but hindered by one underlying little, uncomfortable problem. The songs the label wanted, lacked depth. They screamed immaturity and stunted growth... at least that's how it felt to me.

Granted, it was only the first song we'd finished. But I wanted this album to be more. I wanted lyrics with more depth, emotion, and stories behind them. I wanted the fans to be able to relate more to our lyrics.

We were growing up and I wanted the album to grow with us, as did the rest of the boys. Songs with greater meaning behind them could really help the fans get to know the real us. The fans that took the time to look at the lyrics and find stories and gut-wrenching emotions behind them.

The real problem was finding an inspiration for those lyrics. Let's face it. We're privileged. We don't encounter life changing decisions every day. We aren't faced with poverty, agonizing heartbreak, or debilitating diseases.

I made up my mind to look for inspiration in others that week. To observe my peers more, to try and grasp their feelings and perhaps evoke an emotion from myself in order to evoke powerful music and elicit a reaction from our audience.

I exited the booth, still humming the song. When I approached the couch where the lads were all cuddling and snickering, they fell silent and Louis quickly stuffed something under his bum, obviously hiding it from me.

He thought I wouldn't reach down there.

He thought wrong.

In one swift movement, I launched myself at them, shoving my hand under Louis to grab the unidentified object.