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

Chapter 13

It’s been 3 weeks since I last saw the boys.

    After unexpectedly seeing Harry on the beach, and having lovely bonding time with my new curly haired friend, I had to leave for home early the next morning to get some things done, and meet with all my friends and family before heading back to LA for who knows how long. I received a follow up call from LA Reid on my drive home, it was difficult to keep Lyla and my mother’s voices down, they seemed more excited than I was which was hard to grasp. He told me he wanted to meet with me when I came back, to hear my voice in person and to see if we could come up with a future plan. This whole adventure so far had felt like a dream, I kept pinching myself but Im not waking up! I told LA I’d meet up with him that afternoon… I'd be meeting with a man with the power to change my entire life.

    One night back home, I had an important discussion with Lyla. I asked her how she felt about everything that was happening with me, and if she felt in the shadows, because I hated thinking she could possibly feel that way. She didn’t, and she made it clear she was coming back up there with me. She assured me her time would come, and that if we both ended up going on the 1D tour, she’d take her much awaited stop in New York.

See, Lyla’s grandmother lived in New York, and she had a lot of connections with very successful acting coaches and casting directors. I was surprised Ly wasn’t already up there working… but she had always told me she’d get there in time, and that her time hadn’t approached yet. But I knew it would soon… and we both knew in our hearts, during this talk, that when it did… we’d part ways for awhile.

    When the time came that day to meet with LA Reid, my nerves were through the rough. I hadn’t talked to Lyla and my mom much on the drive over, I just stared out my window with my ipod playing, and I was texting Harry. Niall had sent me a good luck message that morning, which was very sweet, but it was nice to have Harry be that friend that knew the predicament I was in. I also was a little skeptical in how this whole Los Angeles thing was going to play out, I had no idea how long I was going to be out there (neither did the boys, they could also leave at any time), and I was staying in my own beach house with Lyla… personally payed for by LA’s management team. The house on Venice was what I was most excited for, but not the sudden change at any moment.

    Meeting with Mr. Reid was amazing. When he had his assistant bring me into his office, he had the biggest smile on his face when he saw me, which calmed me a little.

“Your majesty.” I said to him. He couldn’t help but laugh. He then got up and shuck my hand, but then I chose to hug him. It just felt right.

    We ended up talking about what I wanted out of all this, and how to me it was all about the music, and reaching others. That I’d stop at nothing, and wouldn’t give up until forced to surrender. He told me I had a good head on my shoulder, which really got me excited. I was more comfortable around him after awhile. Eventually he asked me to sing a song. I had been working on a different rendition of “Fix You” by coldly, and decided that was a good choice. It was a little risky, since I had just started changing it up when I was alone on the beach one day, but it was different, I didn’t want to be some same old girl with a dream. I was different, and I wanted to show it.

    After I sang he told me he was immensely impressed, and that I lived up to the expectations he set for me and actually rose above them.

He told me he wanted to sign me.

LA Reid wanted to sign me.

He said we’d get some writers up here, and we’d come up with a single.

I loved the writers idea, I did, but I wanted to write my new single. I didn’t want to come out into the world with someone elses song. I could play the guitar, and had written many songs before, which meant I could write one now.

But he said we’d see where things went.

    The next day, my mom helped Lyla and I get the rest of our things settled in the beach house, then we said our goodbyes. She told me I had to call my father and her every night, and that I had to be very responsible, because she had never thought of being this independent at 17. I made sure to remind her I was almost 18. It was a rather sad moment in retrospect, although we didn’t know it then… life was going to change a lot, and I was going to have to be a lot more independent.

    And now it’s the next day.

I’m sitting on the back porch of the beach house, strumming my guitar, hoping to find lyrics. Lyla’s out with the boys eating lunch, I was invited but I thought sticking around and getting some work done would be better. I had a date with Niall tonight and  I wanted to have some music written before I left. I had talked to all the boys while I was away. I talked to Zayn about different singing techniques, he was going to work with me on some riffs. I chatted with Liam about meeting people, and how to prepare for future interviews. I talked to Louis… but mainly about Lyla. It was really something, how much they liked each other. I talked to Niall about life, and there was flirting involved. He also confessed to me that he thought I was a lovely kisser.

Hell yeah.

But… I talked to Harry the most. We talked about everything. Not just life, but about each other. It’s hard for me to express my feelings and emotions with people, but with him it’s rather simple. I couldn’t help but throw away the fact that I flirted some with Harry, too. It was different though, I didn’t have to try, it just happened. In the month + that I’ve known him, I found this connection with him that I really liked. I felt safe with him, and I needed that security. I didn’t feel safe with that many people. I can’t talk to that many people and know they’re going to be 100% honest with me. I always have had Lyla, and that was that. But it was different with Harry.

    “I miss your smile, styles :/” I texted him. I was done with the guitar for awhile, but I found a nice tune. I think I had it actually, I just needed lyrics.

moments later I heard footsteps on the porch,

“You do? That’s cute.” The cheeky boy said to me.

I turned and saw Harry standing there smiling at me, leaning against the back door.

I bit my lip and laughed at myself. He then came bounding over and lifted me out of the chair into a hug. In mid hug I ruffled his curls and he released the cutest little “Hey!” looking at me in shock. I looked up into his eyes and bit my lip again, he smiled down at me softer and laughed quietly. His eyes were so very green.

“So uh…” He started, still looking at me sweetly, “Whatcha got there?” He asked, shifting his attention towards the empty note pad and pen sitting on the hard wood floor by the chair.

“My lyrics…” I said, acting discouraged. I then tapped him in the chest and he pretended to fall back slightly, but drifted back. “Why aren’t you at lunch with the others?” I wondered. He then walked over to the paper and pen, and picked them up. “Because I wanted to hang out with you before your date. I didn’t want to have to wait to see you for a couple of days, since you have a meeting with LA’s team tomorrow, right?” He answered.

Shit, I forgot about that.

I nodded up and down and then did crappy ballerina twirls around the porch, I expected Harry to laugh but he was writing on the notepad.

    I was on the other side of the porch now, leaning over the wooden ledge (they were at both ends), enjoying the fresh air. Thankfully, the beach houses were rather private. They were on a private property where some celebrities lived, but the sand was only a few steps away. It was also very quiet, there weren’t to many people around, but I’m sure you could spot an occasional fan every so often.

    After awhile of humming “Fix You”, curly placed the notepad in front of me, I could feel his presence behind me. When I grabbed the notepad and lowered it so I could read what he wrote, he continued holding on, and got closer to me, my back was against his chest now, and his arms spread across both of my shoulders, but I some how brought my focus back to the paper.

“Harry… these lyrics are perfect… this gives me an awesome start! What made you think of these?!” I asked, mind boggled. He sat his chin on my shoulder and our cheeks brushed, I could feel my heart start beating a little faster.

“You.” He said, while we both admired the world.

“as we wait for the day they all know her name.” The last line said.