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Chapter 15

Shaunee's POV

"Hey Mark." I mumbled, taking in the morning light.
Mark looked up from his morning paper. "Why hello Shaunee, how's the song going?"

I took my seat next to him and signed dramatically. "Terrible! Rachel always butts in and takes over. She's even helping us with the song Mark. Who does she think she is?" I slammed my hands down on the table.

Mark took a sip of his coffee. "Well that's alright, she can inspire many."

I frowned. "What the hell? Mark, your supposed to take my side on this! Rachel's just a back dancer! She has no purpose!"

Mark looked me in the eyes. "Everyone has a purpose, Shaunee."

"Not everyone! Besides, the show is all about me anyways. That's what the people like." I made my point, trying endlessly to convince Mark that I was right.
Mark took a deep breath and his expression turned cold.

"We'll if that's what the people like, then how come you have to hire a band to help you gain popularity? Huh?" Mark shook his head, then added coldly, "I expect the song to be done by tomorrow night."

"Tomorrow?!" I screeched.

"The entire song! Finished! And that's final!" Mark slammed the door, leaving me and my thoughts trapped.

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I hated Mark for laying all this pressure on me. What the f*ck? I so didn't deserve this.
I'm supposed to be the rich, famous one! How can my career just go down the tank like this??

My mind drifted to Harry and Rachel. They were probably making out right now. I'm the one who everyone has a crush on! Not Rachel! This was so unfair.

I walked out to the balcony and sat in the metal chairs. I looked out as the sun began to rise. I decided it wasn't beautiful anymore.

"Watching the sunrise?" Harry's deep voice emerged and I turned around to find him standing upon me still in his pjs.
His deep curls were thrown everywhere and his eyes still half asleep. It was six thirty, and they complained about ten hmf.

"What are you doing up this early? I thought ten was early for you." I mocked him.
Harry cocked his eyebrow slightly eying me. "Well, someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed today, huh?" He chuckled and leaned on the railings beside me.
Our arms nearly touched and I scooted away.

"Yeah...their really is no good side of the bed now." I muttered, brushing a strand of loose hair away from my face.
Harry frowned.
"Well...I guess you can only wake up on the only good side when the other side is taken by someone else." Harry shrugged.

I looked up at him oddly. "What do you mean?"

His hazel eyes laid upon me. "Well..." He paused for a moment. "Life's always good when you have someone you love beside you."
I shrugged.
"But I thought life was wonderful just being...me. Alone, nobody to compare too. Having the spotlight all to yourself is nice." I added.

Harry shrugged. "Sounds downright boring to me."

"Well I'm sorry my life seems boring to an exotic, insane person like you. And may I add, I'm the one who has fans." I turned away.
I expected Harry to mouth off some rude comeback but he keep his mouth shut.
"Well, have fun. I'll go live my exotic, insane life....which by the way, is way more fun." Harry walked back inside.

The sun rose a few minutes later, and in the back of mind I wished Harry could have seen it with me.

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I walked back inside about an hour later. I remembered what Mark had told me.

The song needs to be done by tomorrow night, and that's final!

We were going to preform the song two days from now. We needed to get it done.

"Okay! Boys! Breakfast done! Pencils up! To the recording studio!" I demanded, hauling the five boys away from the kitchen.
"What if I wanna use a pen?" Louis' smart mouth spoke.

"Use whatever utensil you want! Just go!" I shoved Louis' sorry a*s into the room and shut the door. I locked it so little miss Rachel couldn't get it. I've found her to be extremely annoying lately.

"Alright! We need to hurry this up and finish!" I grabbed a seat.
"Zayn, stop spinning in that chair."

"Sorry. I forgot you were my mom." Zayn huffed.

I ignored him and placed a white sheet of paper in front of me.

"Why the rush? We have like a mouth to write this?" Liam questioned.
I gulped. "Uh, we just need to finish...we're performing it earlier I think." I lied. I know...I lie a lot, but it's for their own good right?

"Oh?" Niall asked, chewing on his eraser.
I nodded. "Very soon, so, let's start writing the chorus!" I shouted with  "enthusiasm."

"I did write some this morning..." Harry muttered, unfolding a sheet of paper.
"Oh! I wanna read it first!" Niall grabbed the paper. Well, attempted too.

"Cut it out blonde!" Harry hissed. "I want Shaunee to read it first." Harry reached across the table and handed me the crinkled paper.

I won't let these little things slip, out of my mouth. But if I do, it's you, oh it's you, they add up to, I'm in love with you. And all your little things.

I smiled to myself and nodded. "It's really good Harry...really good."

Harry grinned from ear to ear. "Ya think?"

Niall giggled. "Harry has a hidden talent for writing."
Harry shot Niall a look. "Do not!"
"Huh uh!"

"No!"

"Haha! Yeah ya do!"

Harry slapped Niall on the arm and Niall burst into giggles.
Niall then punched Zayn, who hit Liam who signed as he lightly tapped Louis.
Louis smacked Harry, then Harry, punched me.

I smiled as I rubbed my arm where Harry hit me. "It didn't hurt." I tackled Harry down to the floor, pinning him down. We all burst into laughter, and I suddenly felt better.

A/ N awww what would their ship name be??