"Does anybody have an idea for a song?" Liam suggested and everyone shrugged except for Harry, who wash staring at Louis. "Harry..?" Liam questioned the younger boy, and Harry smirked evilly.
"Louis has an idea." He simply said and all of the boys' gazes turned to Louis. Louis sank back in his chair uncomfortably, shooting a look at Harry who only smiled back.
"You have an idea for a song, Louis?" Zayn spoke this time, looking at him curiously.
"Uh sort of." Louis mumbled, feeling his cheeks hear up. Fuck you, Harry. He mumbled under his breath so only he could hear it. He sighed and sat up, taking his pen in his hands and. Scribbling lyrics that had been bouncing in his head.
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You'll never love yourself half as much as I love you.
You'll never treat yourself right darlin' but I want ya to.
If I let you know I'm here
For you.
Maybe you'll love yourself like I love you, oh
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Louis quickly scribbled them on the tan abnormally paper and pushed it towards the other lads.
(A/N Ed Sheeran didn't write Little Things for the boys in this fanfic! Js cx)
"Louis, this is really good. How did you think if this?" Niall gasped. Louis shrugged as his face deepened red.
"I have a couple more ideas. If you want." Louis suggested and the boys nodded eagerly and shoved the paper back and Louis began to write again.
And I've njust let these little things slip
Out, of my mouth.
'Cause it's you,
Oh it's you they add up to.
I'm in love with you,
And all your little things.
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Louis pushed the thin piece of paper towards them and Harry's eyes widened as if he he had an idea.
"Do you mind if I add something?" His raspy voice almost echoed in the recording room. "I don't think it should go in this particular part, but I think it's a good idea." Harry mumbled as Louis nodded and handed him the pen he had recently been playing with as the lads read the lyrics that had jumped in his mind.
"There." Harry stated as he finished, setting the pen down and sitting back to let the boys read his work.
"You can't go to bed, without a cup of tea.
Maybe that's the reason that you talk, in your sleep.
An all those conversations are the secrets that I keep
And it all makes sense to me."
Those were the words that Louis had taken in. He smiled as he thought how nice some tea would be at the moment. Thunder pounded again causing Louis to jump and his eyes grew wide at the loud noise. He pulled his knees to his chest and rested his chin on his knees as he tried not to cry.
"Here let me see." Louis mumbled, motioning towards the piece of paper. Zayn handed him the paper and Louis noticed more words were written. He began to sing the first verse that was written.
"Your hand fits in mine
Like its made just for me.
But bear this in mind it was, meant to be.
