Money is an ordinary thing for Harry Styles. He was born into it, was taught how to easily make it, and how to spend it wisely. His life has been given to him on a silver platter and he loves it. He started Songbird Studios because of it. It did so...
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"I think we need to change this line to 'was it too good to be real, or was it just not real at all.'" I say, crossing out the old lyrics and filling in the new ones on one of my notebooks.
Jay sits across from me in a desk chair. He leans back and stares at the ceiling as I rattle off song ideas to him. His hair is pulled back away from his face and his eyes are tired from the long day we've had in the studio with little progress. He holds a ballpoint pen in his hands, tapping it on the armrest of the chair repeatedly and making me go insane.
"Will that work with the melody, Vi?" Jay asks in a monotone voice, spinning back and forth on the desk chair like a child.
"It's Violet. And yes, it will work with the melody because I wrote it." I grit out.
We've been working in the studio for three hours and my patience with Jay was wearing thin. Will and Jonah are in here too, but they're mostly focused on the equipment. Jay was supposed to be helping me, but he's just been slowing me down.
"I think it will be better if we keep it the way it was," Jay says with a shrug as he spins around in the chair.
"That kid has a death wish," I hear Jonah mutter under his breath, and Will chuckles in response.
I grab the back of Jay's chair, stopping its spinning and forcing him to look at me. All traces of boredom are gone when he comes face to face with me, eyes wide in shock. I death-stare him before saying, "Last I checked, you were just a runner and I'm the songwriter. I'll tell you what works, got it?"
The door swings open as Zayn saunters into the studio. "What's going on in here? I could sense Tommy's tension from all the way downstairs."
"Violet! My name is Violet, Zayn."
"Violet! My name is Violet, Zayn." Zayn mocks with a chuckle, making Jay laugh. Zayn glares at Jay making his laughter stop before he looks at me with a small smile. "Any progress?"
"The mics have been acting up the entire time. Jay thinks my writing is shit. Your beloved golden girl, Rumer Crew didn't show up. I've had the worst week in existence. Our day is being cut short since Will has to leave in an hour to pick his kids up from school. I'm about to murder Jay if he spins in that fucking chair one more time. And Jonah is just happy to be here." I spew out.
"Really? That's what got your panties in a twist?" Zayn studies my face.
"Yup."
He squints his eyes at me, his eyes roaming over my face. He knows me too well to know that's not the only thing that's wrong with me. But some things I'd rather keep to myself. Plus I don't think Z would take the news of me accidentally sleeping with Harry well.
Zayn brings his hands in front of him with a clap. "Everyone take the rest of the day off. I'll call Rumer and see what the fuck was wrong today. Good work." He smiles.
