The Mutual opposition

Songwriting and ludicous preperations

Luna's POV

"It's so pretty out here" I say, looking over the balcony's edge at the networks of busy cars bustling down the icy rode.
A pair of crisp blue eyes settle on me. Lily's. And she looks happier than ever. Roxanne twists open the balcony, and the snow begins to pelt her as well.
"What's got you so happy? Was Hare-bear being a cheeky little shit again?"
She draws the coffee cup to her lips.
Lily giggles.
"A little bit."
I'm glad to see her happy again. She really deserved it after all this time. I have to admit, she and Harry do look really cute together. HILY slays. Zoxanne just grosses me out.
"He's good for you Lil."
"Hey I might need to run an errand or two" Roxanne states, "Will you be alright on your own?"
"Rox, you shouldn't go out by yourself. You could get mobbed. Take Ken or Natalie with you or something. They're down a floor I think" Lily instructs.
"Wait I thought Natalie was married" I muse.
"Yeah.. I'll be alright by myself.."
Lily lets out a heavy sigh.
"Well can you at least tell us where your going?"
"It's more of a personal errand.."
Lily shoots me a knowing glance.
A personal errand?
What?
Oh.
Oh eww.
Lily seems to chuckle to herself.
"I wonder if Zayn knows what she's up to."

"We need to start getting to work on that new album" Liam declares.
"Yeah definitely" Niall agrees.
"Your new album? It's always about you isn't it? What about us?" Roxanne demands.
Liam grins.
"Good news. Simon's letting you girls create an album for yourselves too. He's sending over a team tell help you as well."
"That's great!" Lily cries.
"Hey Roxie, how was your personal errand?" Louis snickers from the left side of the table, "Did you get the good kind?"
I try and tune them out.
"Shut up!" she hisses at him, "I never even went!"
Lily shoots them a scolding glare.
Liam clears his throat.
"As I was saying, I was thinking it would be a good idea to go out and experience something before you start writing."
"Yeah, except don't have sex or you'll get pregnant and die" Harry quotes, giving me a few ideas of what he's doing with his free time.
Almost if not everyone makes eye-contact with Roxanne. She flips us off.
"You should talk Haz, your third album is practically "How many times can we sing about sex without actually using the word sex"" Lily defends.
"That's not true" Louis counters.
"No, she's right" Liam states, "We should make our works a little more presentable to our audience. Thank you love." She nods her acknowledgment.
(Thus, no control. Thus, change your ticket)

Lily's POV

"Well it's not fair to ourselves to be locked inside 24/7" Luna states.
"True but this is New York City, love. Your going to need some protection. And I don't mean the kind you buy at the drugstore" Louis jokes, casting an amused glance at Roxanne.
She mouths a few cusses at him.
"Alright. Each of us should write at least five songs over. That way, if some of ours don't make it, we'll have a few others to fall back on. And we'll help the three of you start something too alright?" Liam strategizes.
I nod in agreement. It's a good plan.
Sometimes I think Liam is the most practical of them all.
"Alright, work together with the same groups as last time. You and I'll work together, alright Ni? Good luck" Liam dismisses.
"But I don't wanna do any work" Luna complains.
"Oh please, like you did anything last time" Louis scoffs.
"
I make my way over to Harry. He smiles invitingly at me.
"Follow me love" he instructs. So I do. I feel a strong sense of security around him.
When we're in the recording room, I gravitate towards the grand piano. This place really is super expensive.
I sit on the bench while Harry hovers over me.
"A little space, Styles?"
He smiles sheepishly,
"Sorry love"
My fingers find a few chords and I play through at least four of them starting at the lowest one and progressing higher.
"Will you sing for me?" He asks randomly.
I look up at him, a little shocked.
I've never sang without Luna and Roxanne. His green orbs are hopeful.
"Umm.."
"I'm not going to make you, it's alright."
"No, no. I'll do it" I assure him.
Why am I doing this to myself? What if I screw up?
"Okay good. Why don't you sing one of my songs then?"
"Like what?" I ask.
"What makes you beautiful?" He suggests.
I almost break out into laughter.
"Harry, I can't sing that."
"I'll sing it for you then."
And a split second later he's on the bench with me, experimenting with some of the keys.
He clears his throat,
"Harry you light up my world like nobody else, the way that you flip your hair gets me overwhelmed, and when you smile at the ground it aint hard to tell you don't know-o-o, that's what makes you beautiful."
Even for him trying joke around while playing the piano in a less than mediocre way, his voice is still amazing.
"That was cute" I laugh.
He smiles, dimples popping.
"Alright, now sing something for me love."
I reiterate his performance, except for playing the way I usually do.
I stretch my arms in front of me once I've finished.
"How'd I do?" I ask him.
He chin rests between his thumb and forefinger as if he were in deep thought.
"You voice is just as beautiful as you are."
I blush at his compliment.
"Then I hope I'm pretty beautiful" I joke.
He presses his lips together, grinning widely.
"More than you believe."