"Black butterflies and Deja Vu..."
I'd written this song as some kind of pr stunt so that they'd all thinking I was dating somebody in secret, but now he's fucking here and I'm smiling like an idiot.
He was stood there, grinning to himself knowing he had me wrapped around his goddamn finger. "Dude I have to piss-" I stepped back from the mic.
"Second time you've done that now." Running off the stage screaming as I push my way through the tiny ass door. "Holy fuck! Holy shit! Fucking move!" I laughed. "Sorry!"
I'm not sure why I wait here until the last possible moment to go, Louis has me drinking more water than needed. Now I'm struggling.
"I'm sorry for yelling at you." She laughs. "It's fine. I get it. You should hurry though."
"Right. You're so right." Running back through, I kiss Louis on the cheek, jumping up onto the stage. "Did you wash your hands?"
"Yes, I'm not fucking stupid. They're still wet hold on." Taking the towel from the floor, I dry my hands, not seeing much point in using the towel because it was dirty and now my hands are dirty. "How far can you throw that?"
"Zayn, I need this." He holds up a spare, smiling. "Come on, do it."
Tying the towel wasn't the easiest, but I'd gotten there eventually. "Okay. Hold on, everybody just, watch your faces."
Being a pitcher really came in handy sometimes. Like right now, I wasn't sure how fuck back I'd thrown it. But it had disappeared from my sight in a couple seconds.
"Where'd it go? Hold on turn the house lights on a second." The lights turned on, I watched a girl in the third section straight ahead of me, wave her arm around. "How?"
"He played baseball in like year eight." Daisy said as she rolls her eyes. "Okay moving right on. Zayn wants to-"
"We have a new album, Just Give Me A Try. 14 new tracks. Out August 14th. Pre save, pre order, pumpin blood video out tonight at 12."
The pumpin blood music video hasn't yet been filmed, none of us know the lyrics completely, so the entire idea behind it is that we film the band just guessing the words while they walk somewhere. It was Daisy's idea.
Over pronouncing the words and embarrassing ourselves while doing it, I could've thought of something but I wanted her to give her idea, she seemed pretty excited about it.
Also the eye contact with the camera was a must apparently. "Despite the cover being, dark, the album itself is pretty, bright."
The album doesn't exist.
There is no album.
We haven't written a single song for this album.
Apart from turn you on, but turn you on hasn't even been released yet.
So we had about an hour to get this music video out. "Okay! This last song is my favourite, holy shit."
For some reason, Zayn, the guy that mainly listens to dad rock music, has man who can't be moved, as his favourite song. Ever.
Which is odd, but I don't judge. I do, but silently.
We'd gotten through this last song, all of us calmly making our way off the stage. Until we'd reached our hallway with the dressing rooms.
An overlapped argument, aimed at Zayn of course. Who had the biggest smile on his face.
"Are you fucking insane!" Daisy screams. "Oh.. you've pissed her off." Marz laughed. "You have officially started a countdown. We have one fucking hour to get this song out. Not to mention we have no songs for this album."
"Yes we do. I'm not completely crazy. We have fourteen of our best songs yet. Daisy you even get to sing, I know you've always wanted to."
"He went through your song books." I said, the girls both going wide eyed. "Zayn!"
"I had to. It's been a whole year since our last one and I was getting bored." He holds out the paper. "Why am I on most of the tracks?"
"Because that's how it is. Shut up." Marz grits through her teeth. "But i was on most of them last time. What the fuck?"
"You're the only one complaining, we don't want a bunch of songs, we've been through this." Daisy says, less awful than Marz. "I just think it's a little stupid that there's fourteen songs and I have most of them."
"Nobody else is complaining. I put this together, if you'd put it together it'd look bad sure, but you didn't. It's fine."
"Okay. Okay. Well it's dark outside so we're going to need a light." I said. "Yeah we're gonna start it now. Say hi." I turned around, blinded as James shines the light right in my face. "Oh my god."
"We're gonna do it one by one. Film it individually for the most part. There will be parts where we just- there's no plan. We're fucking around and finding out." Marz rambled on. "Okay."
"We're all done with ours, now it's your go." They all said in unison. "Get yourself happy like usual. Come on." The music starts and my life flashed before my eyes. Literally.
I'd gotten the words wrong already, walking backwards was not an easy task.
Walking out onto the street I felt my laughter get worse as we passed all the people from the concert. Grabbing random things.
James walking backwards so that I could walk forwards. For some whatever reason, I'd started dancing. I guess it worked for the song but it also made me feel weird.
I sort of enjoyed it. Grabbing the sunglasses and the angel wings from the stand. Louis paying them off course.
I didn't really know a lot about anything but I knew that I've never had more fun in my life than when I was dancing.
Which was not something I ever thought I would be able to say or even think about.
But here I was. Wearing angel wings and sunglasses, on the coats of California, dancing to a song that I'd written with my friends.
It felt really weird. But I've never smiled so much. I say it every time I smile, which means I'm getting better.
This wasn't a song we'd sang on tour, we had it in our archives for months because we just couldn't sing it live without Daisy. But now she's here. So I guess the song has to go with it.
They'd come in and out of frame every now and then. Until the end, we'd stayed together for the last minute.
Dancing like idiots whilst James, Louis, Tyler and Isadora stand behind the camera, giggling to each other, Hero was somewhere near us laughing like a fucking moron. "Backflip!" Zayn yelled.
I'd just gone for it, for whatever reason, landing right on my feet making all of us throw our arms up cheering like kids.
Zayn tackled me into the ocean while the other two were already pretty much hip deep.
Thankfully the song ended so I had to get out. But now I was cold and wet. Louis slowly stepping back as I closed in on him. "No, no come on. Harry!"
Lifting him up from the sand I ran towards the ocean. Throwing us both under, thankfully it wasn't rocky where we were stood, so we were safe. "That was probably the cutest thing you guys have ever done." Tyler says.
"Yeah I'd say this is easily going to be your biggest yet." Hero says. "Really?"
"Yeah. Easy." We all hummed. "Nice. Okay. Well we have ten days to record 12 songs, so, we should probably get started shouldn't we kids." Zayn says, chipper than ever. "Fuck you."
