Erm... So... Basically (One Direction Fan Fic)

Chapter 10

 Niall’s POV

    I woke up to see the time on the clock say 9:00 am. It was early but I knew we had to go to the recording studio to work on some new songs for the album. I didn’t get much sleep last night because I was too busy thinking about how Marilyn hung out with Harry and how they've been talking and we've been talking... she wasn’t my girlfriend or anything, but I still couldn’t help but think if she had more fun with him than me last Friday. I didn’t want to make this some “competition” on who she liked better, I just knew she was an awesome person, who is also amazingly talented and beautiful. Yeah. No pressure on impressing her or anything.

    I rubbed my eyes and then pulled a dark red hoodie over my head. As I walked into the living room I saw Zayn and Louis texting on the couch, Liam talking to Paul about us leaving, and Harry face down on the floor, shirtless. I made awkward eye contact with Lou when I came out and I knew right then that something was up. He looked over at me with concern in his eyes then glimpsed over real quick at Harry laying on the floor… he knew something I didn’t.

“Are we going any time soon?” I said, having no patience. I didn’t like when people hid things from me. Harry shot up when I said that and looked frazzled.

“Oh. Yes Niall we’re leaving right now.” Zayn answered, a bit startled.

    Harry stumbled up and grabbed his lavender v-neck that was laying on the glass table, and headed to the door (not making eye contact with me once). Maybe he was just embarrassed that he hung out with Marilyn, and he thought I was mad, I’m not though. That was a couple days ago anyways. Plus, I never really thought she was his type anyways… if anything I thought he would have really liked Lyla, but Louis got her real quick.

     When we got into the tour bus, I sat down next to Liam and Zayn. We chatted about some of the new songs and how awesome everything was going to be with our semi-new sound. A little more us. The 5 of us really put a lot of US into this album, who we were, and everything we wanted to be. This 2013 tour was really going to be something special. I wanted everything to be perfect.

“What’s wrong with Harry?” Paul asked me, making his way over to me on the couch, almost tripping over a burger king bag.

That’s when I glimpsed over at Styles, starring out the window, in his own world.

“Basically he just has more on his mind at the moment, then he has had in awhile… Fair warning that it will most likely get worse.” Louis answered for me.

I was done worrying about Harry for now. He’ll tell me what’s up when he’s ready.

Harry’s POV

    After recording a bit, I decided to take a stroll around the studio, to clear my head. I was tired about thinking about my feelings, I figured seeing what was going to happen was a way better idea than stressing on something that I still knew absolutely nothing about. Almost nothing anyways… maybe something.

    I walked down the hall lightly grazing the tips of my fingers on the platinum filled walls. I couldn’t help but smile about the success that had happened in the rooms around me. I wondered about what Marilyn thought of this place when Niall brought her here… I bet she was in awe, possibly more than me. It’s funny how I knew somehow that she’s going to go far. I can see it in her eyes when she sings, a spark, that same spark I hope people see in me.

    I made my way to an office down the hall, Niall was in there.

“Are you serious!?” He asked, very thrilled.

“Yes, She’s spectacular. I’m lucky I came in when I did or I wouldn’t have come across your recording.” Said the voice.

What. What was happening. He was definitely talking about Marilyn, and he was interested no doubt. That’s when I made it upon my duty to walk in the room, because, you know… she asked me if we could talk about stuff, we were practically best friends (Cause best friends do that..yeah?). I had to know what was going down. I slid to the left so I would be in the middle of the door frame, where the two would be able to see me. And there he was… one of the best producers of our time…