My boys

Recording

The anticipation of the day ahead was almost unbearable. From the moment I had woken up, my mind had been spinning with thoughts of the recording studio, of the boys, and of the incredible opportunity that lay ahead. The urge to share the news with everyone I knew was almost overwhelming. I had to resist the impulse to text every friend, every family member, to tell them that I had not just one, but all five members of a famous boy band in my contacts. It felt surreal and more than a little overwhelming. But I managed to hold back, to keep the excitement contained as best as I could, knowing that I'd have plenty of time to share this extraordinary experience later.

As the hours ticked by, the day seemed to drag on in slow motion. It felt like time was conspiring against me, stretching each minute into what felt like an eternity. Finally, it was time to get ready. I slipped into a cute skirt that flared out slightly, paired with my favorite top that had just the right amount of sparkle. My hair was styled into soft beach waves, cascading gently over my shoulders. I took a final look in the mirror, adjusting a stray strand here and there, and felt a surge of nervous excitement. I wanted to look my best, to feel confident and comfortable as I walked into this new adventure.

When my dad finally drove me to the studio, his typical "be careful" warning was delivered with a mixture of concern and pride. "Have a great time, and remember, they're just people like us," he said, trying to sound casual but his eyes betraying the same excitement that I felt. I could tell he was just as thrilled for me, even if he tried to play it cool.

The studio was far different from what I had expected. From the outside, it looked more like a large, well-kept house rather than a traditional recording studio. It was charming and inviting, with a warm, lived-in feel that made it seem almost homey. The exterior had a welcoming vibe, with ivy climbing up the walls and neatly trimmed hedges lining the walkway. It was clear that this was Harry's house, a personal space rather than just a professional one.

As I approached the front door, I felt a flutter of nerves mixed with excitement. The door swung open, and I was greeted by a warm smile from Harry's mum. She had an air of effortless kindness, her presence immediately putting me at ease. "Hello, you must be Zoey. I'm Harry's mum. They've been eagerly waiting for you," she said with a smile that made me feel instantly welcomed.

Her casual and friendly demeanor was a stark contrast to the anxious energy that had been building up inside me. I smiled back, trying to hide my nervousness. "Yes, that's me. It's really nice to meet you," I said, trying to sound more composed than I felt.

She guided me into the house, and as I stepped inside, I was struck by how comfortable and lived-in it felt. The décor was warm and inviting, with cozy furniture and personal touches that gave it a homey atmosphere. It was easy to imagine Harry and the boys hanging out here, laughing and enjoying each other's company.

She led me down a set of stairs to the basement, where she mentioned the boys were. As we descended, I could hear the faint sounds of laughter and music, the distinct energy of their presence palpable even before we reached the bottom. My heart pounded in my chest, each step feeling like it was bringing me closer to a moment I had dreamed about but never truly believed would happen.

When we reached the bottom of the stairs, Harry's mum gave me a reassuring pat on the back and opened the door. The sight that greeted me was more than I could have imagined. The basement was a mix of a relaxed lounge and a working studio—comfortable sofas, recording equipment, and scattered instruments. And there, in the midst of it all, were the boys. They were gathered together, their faces lighting up as they saw me.

The warmth of their smiles was overwhelming. Niall was the first to break away, his face beaming as he made his way towards me. "Zoey! It's so great to see you," he said, his enthusiasm genuine and infectious. Behind him, Louis was practically bouncing with excitement, Harry had a playful grin, Zayn gave a relaxed but warm nod, and Liam offered a welcoming smile that made me feel instantly at home.