Stella #Wattys2015

Chapter 3

I asked the driver if we could stop by on the way and he said it was fine so we made a quick turn and headed towards the studio where i was supposed to be this morning. Even though i really didn't want to go to that place i knew that it was probably the right thing to do and as i said before, i hate letting people down. As we pulled onto the street there was only a few fans that had discovered our new secret studio location but that was okay because we went down the back laneway and got in through the back. The security guy at the back entrance must have been new because i had never seen him before but he recognised me and let us through, i constantly kept looking back at Stella as she followed closely behind me, to make sure she was safe and okay. I didn't want her to feel intimidated by all the intense security etc but we needed them around us, all the time, trust me all the time and they only let me off of security when i was at home or needed some personal time, in that case i would mostly just lie my way out of it or not even tell them, most of the time it worked.

As soon as the guys saw my face they ran up to me arms wide, asking me if i was okay, which of coarse i was. We chatted for only moment until a lady from management came in, yelling at me as she made way through the scattered people. She told me i was a disgrace, that i wasn't dedicated to this band. She obviously didn't know what i had just been through. Niall chimed in explaining everything, the lady then turned, with a sympathetic look on her face and turned, realising what she did was out of line. I glanced around, remembering that Stella was still behind me but she had disappeared. I looked frantically around the room and spotted her half-smiling looking at the small recording booth in the other corner of the room, she looked so absorbed by everything, she looked in pure awe of the little studio. It amazed me, i had never really thought to much of it, maybe fame really had changed me, i hope not.

I waved for her to come over, the boys still sucked into a deep conversation that i wasn't involved in, about what type of toilet paper was the softest. You would be surprised how close we were, we talked about everything together, well at least they did, i had been a bit more closed lately about things and i think it might be becoming obvious. I hadn't posted a colour pic on instagram in 6 months, i must seem so depressed. Stella jumped out of her trance and skipped over to me.

"Guys," I half-yelled quite sternly, "I have someone for you to meet," I gently put my hand in the middle of her back trying to make her comfortable, but she sightly jumped upon my touch. I rubbed her back softly and she calmed down and relaxed. We weren't that close but i did not want her to be nervous or anything. "This is the beautiful Stella,"

Stella's P.O.V.

As soon as we walked in I was nervous. It had suddenly occurred to me what was happening, i had not thought this through. Harry walked over to a group of guys that i recognised as his bandmates, i was definitely not a big fan but of course had seen them everywhere, i mean they were on lunch boxes for christ's sakes. There was one cute blondie, one with a really messy hairstyle that was covered in tattoos and then there was another guy who had a neat quiff and tattoos but not as many as Harry and the one with the messy hair. I let Harry talk to them whilst i wandered over to the recording booth area, i didn't even know if i was allowed but no one was stopping me. I loved this side of music, the technology of it. I always wanted to be a music producer when i was younger or some sort of musician. I could play the guitar, drums, piano and i could sing okay i guess. It fascinated me to see the huge array of buttons and switches, how each of them had its own purpose. I was brought back into reality as i saw Harry signalling for me to come over so i skipped my way over happily.

The other guys seemed so absorbed in their own conversations that they didn't even notice me standing there. "Guys," Harry half-yelled quite sternly, "I have someone for you to meet," he almost cleared his throat. I was caught off guard as he placed his palm in the small of my back, he obviously felt me tense so he rubbed my back gently which really soothed my nervousness, for some reason i let him do that and it didn't feel weird at all. We barely knew each other but it was more of a friendly rub. "This is the beautiful Stella," He announced, I blushed as he said beautiful, no one had ever called me that before. I smiled and gave a small wave. "I'm Louis," smiled the one with the messy hair, Louis. I shook his hand briefly but he kept a hold of my wrist, placing a soft kiss on my hand, that felt really uncomfortable for me but Harry continued to rub my back, it felt really good. "I'm Niall," said the blonde one, he sounded Irish, really sweet though. He instead gave me a fist pump, i just laughed and gave him some knuckles. Last was the neat looking one. "Hi love, I'm Liam," He gave me a genuine hand shake and half hug, he seemed nice. He seemed like the sort of person i would become friends with. A member of management staff tapped Harry on the arm and pulled him off to the side, i instantly was anxious again but took deep breaths to calm down. The boys started talking to me but i wasn't listening, i was looking over at Harry who looked extremely frustrated. The staff member was holding a finger at him and seemed to be yelling but i could not hear. Harry rubbed his temples and hung his head low, suddenly crouching down on the ground. Something was very wrong. A sharp pain suddenly hit me in my chest, i had had these before, it was just something i was going to have for life but it sure did hurt. My shoulders sank and my ribs pushed backwards. It was excruciating so i made a run for the door, not noticing anyone watching me.