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Janie Don't You Take Your Love To Town - Jon Bon Jovi

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(the one at the recording cabin)


The next morning, Harry decided that we should get on the spotlight. For this, he took me to a bakery in the middle of the city that - in Harry's words - had some muffins that were almost as good as his.

Harry wasn't that good of a baker.

Simon had arranged the paparazzi to see us eating there. As soon as Harry spotted them flashing their cameras at us, he held tighter onto my hand and even placed a kiss to my cheek.

Even though I had to admit that I didn't like much this fake show, I knew that I had to get used to it. I was doing it for Harry.

This would be my life now.

Immediately after breakfast, Simon called us to get to the studio. Apparently, I would have to present the songs that I had already written for the boys. Even though Simon had mentioned it just yesterday that I also had to get some lyrics for Zayn, I already had them. Writing for Zayn was easy. Indeed, most of my songs were about Zayn in different ways. I, however, chose the "deepest" and most meaningful songs for Zayn to sing.

"Hop off, beautiful." Harry's handsome face smiled at me as soon as we got to the studio. His grin irises looked directly at me.

"Thank you, Haz." I answered as I took his hand on mine and got off the car.

Graciously as ever, we made our way inside. As we walked through a long hallway, Harry reached to one of the doors and opened it, letting me go inside before him.

As soon as I was inside the room, I scanned it. The room was divided in two sides.

Duh, Gabrielle, it's a recording cabin!

On one side, a lot of chairs and cushions were compiled. Also, the controls to edit the recordings were there (not that I would have been able to work with them anyways! I know nothing about editing.)

The recording cabin was big. Well, it was big enough to fit a whole band. A drum set and several other instruments filled it. It was also obviously full of microphones.

Noticing that the cabin was empty, I quickly glanced at Harry, as if asking for the permission to get inside.

"Go ahead." He mumbled staring directly at me. That was the thing about Harry. When you were with him, he made you feel as if you were the only thing that mattered in this entire universe.

Nodding to Harry's words, I made my words inside the recording cabin. I immediately fixated my gaze on the guitars.  I opened my eyes widely as I saw the quality of the instruments in front of me.

"Is this the new Gibson Explorer?" I asked trying to sound nonchalant.

"Um... I don't know." Harry's voice sounded from far away. "Probably. Simon only likes when his studio has the finest instruments."

That, I could tell. It was obvious that whoever had chosen the instruments had spent thousands to get the best in the market.

I looked to the side of the Gibson and saw a Fender Statocaster.

"Geez." I mumbled. "This is the dreamland of any guitar player."

Before Harry could respond, another voice joined us in the room.

"Welcome to your dreamland then."

I turned around to see his grinning face. It was clear that he was proud of his selection on instruments.

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