Anything [h.s]

Chapter 50

Harry Styles.
March 20th, 2022.

I believe I can say, this is the start of the new album chapter. In three days the social media profile pictures are getting changed to the new ones for Harry's House. Next week on the twenty-eighth, the teaser photo for 'As it Was' comes out, along with the album trailer. Then on the First of April it comes out.

This is the start of the new era. I just pray everyone likes the album.

Anna's plane will be landing in a couple of hours. Which actually gives me enough time to get a few random things done before I pick her up from the airport. Since we're trying to not be seen by any form of paparazzi before Coachella, we both choose to land at a private airport and not LAX. Going through LAX is its own form of hell, for some, like people who have fans like how we do it's not the easiest thing getting through that place.

I changed out of the clothes I had on from the plane into one of my favorite pairs of jeans, they had holes at my knees, I stiffed through some of my hoodies and I ended up picking one that I've had for a good while. It's black and has 'don't trip' on the back.

I only packed my vans with me, and I couldn't tell you why I didn't think to pack others. At least I was in the right mind to grab the plain white ones so at least they'll match.

I grab my keys to my Range Rover and start the drive to the studio that we'll be working at until Coachella. Before leaving my driveway I connect my phone and let my playlist pick, I don't pay much attention to it, just some background noise.

My plan is to go book the studio time for these few weeks, go meet with Jeff and Tommy at the Pleasing office and go over the details with having a Pleasing pop up on both of our weekends. Then part ways with them to drive over to Anna's house, switch cars and take her car to get her from the airport then go probably get food and afterwards meet up with the band and go over these next few weeks.

Jesus Christ. It's getting more and more real. 

On a truthful note. I'm more than excited to take on this new experience, I'm so ready to put this last year behind me and start fresh with the new album. Start off the year with being the opener for Coachella and I get to do it with the love of my life.

Surprisingly I had a good time getting to the studio, I fed the meter for my parking and threw the ticket into the front window. When me and Anna were stuck here in LA during Covid, before it got extreme, we would use this studio day in and day out. We had some unhinged moments in this place, at that time it felt like we were the most comfortable— it felt normal. It was the kind of comfort that we can't probably have now due to all the bullshit that's happened.

"All be damn." Libby, the owner of the studio, says as he gets up and comes around the counter.

"I'm back." I drag out as I say.

After a quick hug, Libby goes back around the counter. "How long will you need?"

"From today till the twelfth of next month, then we're off again." I smile.

"Same room as normal?" He checks as he puts everything down on the paper.

"Yes." I fiddle with my card as I wait for him to finish filling out his papers.

After a few seconds he hands me the papers to read over and to sign. I take them and give him my card. "Just so I know who's coming through my doors, it's the normal one's, right?" He asks as he rolls his chair to the other side of the desk.

"For the most part, yes. There may be new faces here and there, we're currently looking for someone who can play keys." I say.

He turns back around with my card and the keys to the room. "What happened to the, the— damn what was his name?" He says. He puts my card and the keys down next to me on the half wall.