This Summer's Gonna Hurt // n.h.

chapter 1

"Who are you requesting to see?"

"Adam Levine." I said with a somewhat attitude.

"And who are you?" The lady at the front desk asked.

"Niall Horan." I stated.

I waited as she looked through her computer, probably looking for what floor he's on. While she does that, let me explain why the heck I'm here looking for Adam Levine.

It all started on a chilly evening in Miami, Florida. The boys and I had just came back from our last OTRA concert. We were just having a late night swim when I get a phone call from an unknown number. I answered it and Adam Levine from Maroon 5 was on the other line asking me to stop by his hotel before I went back to Ireland. And that was basically it, he didn't say why he wanted me to stop by, but who cares, it's freaking Adam Levine.

"He's on the 37th floor, room 2J." The lady at the desk said as she interrupted my explanation.

I nodded as I walked towards the elevator and entered it, pressing the 37th button.

"Waking up, beside you I'm a loaded gun.."

I let out a chuckle as the song was playing in elevator.

Ding!

"Finally" I mumbled as I walked out of the elevator.

2J.. 2J.. 2J!

I knocked on the door and it was immediately opened and there stood the legend himself, Adam Levine.

"Glad you made it, come in." He greeted.

I walked in and he shut the door. His room was gigantic.

"So Adam, why did you want me to come over?" I asked, breaking the silence.

"Well Horan, I wanted to ask a favor." He began.

"Which is?"

"I have really bad writer's block and I'm really exhausted and I want you to write a song for me. Something that will make my new album hella awesome." He explained.

My mouth dropped open. Adam Levine wanted me to write a song for him to put on his new album.

"Of course I'll write a song for you! As soon as I go back to Ireland I'll begin wri-"

"Yeah about that, you can't go back to Ireland, you have to go to my recording studio in California and write it. You can also go out into the city and find inspirtation. I heard that next week is going to be filled with epic parties and shit." Adam interrupted.

"But, I was looking forward to going back home." I said with tears forming in my eyes.

"Well I mean, it won't be long, your a really good song writer, and I have a house there and everything." he explained.

"Okay. I'll go on one condition."

"Which is?" Adam asked.

"I get to bring Harry Styles with me." I stated firmly.