October 24th, 2013
Today was the day. Today is when the world will see Niall and that awful excuse of a person together for the first time.
The plan is for her and Niall to be photographed holding hands walking out of the studio together.
That's it.
They're making her be there for the whole studio session.
I'm not sure how I can stand her for 5 hours straight.
Today we're recording a song Liam wrote for us called "Ready to run" (which by the way he swears isn't about Ashlyn)
I walk into the studio and she's in there, talking to Niall.
She's got on this green sweater and mom jeans and some silver jewelry.
Her hair is all messy, like she just rolled out of bed, but also full of perfect curls.
I sit on the other side of the couch next to Louis.
She glares at me, then goes back to talking to Niall.
"Louis how are we going to get through this?"
"Harry have you actually tried talking to her? She's very nice."
I roll my eyes.
Liam steps out of the booth and smiles at Ashlyn.
"Guys, I'm having trouble with the harmonies for this part. Nothing I try works. Do you guys have any ideas?"
Usually when we're working on harmonies, one of us can just sing the melody once and we'd figure out a nice fit. But he'd stumpedd us.
After about four or five tries, a sweet but powerful voice chimes in.
"Can I try something?" She says.
Liam sings the Melody and I exhale through my mouth.
She sings a beautiful harmony to his part.
"Hey thanks mate! That was great. Do you think you could sing it like that on the track?" He says.
She smiles sweetly.
"Yeah sure!" She says as she jumps in the booth.
Liam sits down in the chair next to Ashlyn so he can look over the mixer board and pro tools session with her.
She records the harmonies for the whole song.
A few hours later Viola's manager, Genevieve, comes back with coffee for all of us.
I grab my coffee and "accidentally" bump into Viola, and I spill my coffee all over her green sweater.
She yelps a little and runs to the paper towels. Niall rushes over to help her clean it up.
"Harry what was that for?" Zayn asks me.
"She deserves it." I respond and then walk away. The session for today was over anyways.
As I shut the door to the room, but not before hearing:
"I'm so sorry Viola. Don't pay any attention to Harry. Here, you can take my jacket."
The next day the pictures were all over the internet.
