Aimee's P.O.V.
I had just finished recording the song with Jake. The producers and everyone were putting it all together for us. They told us they'd be about an hour so Jake and I headed around to the canteen to get some food since it was around 6pm. "You're really good, you know. I can see you going far." He said. I smiled at Jake. He was pretty decent.
"I think you're quite talented yourself. I can't wait to hear the rest of your stuff." We found a table and sat down with our food. I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket. I pulled it out to find a message from Harry.
"Curls: Babe, where are you? Your dinner is getting cold :/ xx"
Shit! I forgot Harry was cooking us dinner tonight. I was absolutely starving right now and I wasn't sure how much longer I was going to be here. I was going to have to eat now. I quickly replied to Harry;
"Aimz: I'm really sorry babe, I've already eaten :/ I'll be home later, I'm in the middle of something right now xx"
I turned my phone off to stop any more distractions. "Who was that?" Jake asked.
"Oh um, just my mum. She likes to be the first to know all my news." I lied. I gave a nervous laugh. He nodded slightly and we finished our meal in silence.
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We were back in the studio. Peter had joined us so that we could all have the first listen to mine and Jake's debut single. It was so exciting. I nodded my head along with the beat. I was in love with the song. It sounded so much different to what I had originally recorded. It sounded so much better. "That was excellent guys, well done. So are you both happy to have the first radio play of it in three days time?" I nodded excitedly.
"Sounds great." Jake smiled over at me which caused me to smile back.
"Ok, and then it will be officially released in about two weeks." This was all so surreal. It was happening so fast.
Harry's P.O.V.
Where is Aimee? I thought she was only going to meet her manager today? I tried calling her for the third time. It's been over an hour since she replied to my text. She still isn't home and I'm getting worried. Anytime we've been in the studio, we've always been home before this time. What if she's been kidnapped again? I know I shouldn't be thinking negative things like that, but I can't help it. It's happened before so it could happen again.
As I called her for a fourth time, I was once again met with her answering machine. I threw my phone on the chair in frustration. I opened up my laptop and went on Twitter to see if she'd tweeted anything.
"'@Aimee_J: Having such a good time in the studio! @PeterWright is such a legend!' 30 minutes ago via iPhone."
Who is Peter Wright? Why is he a legend? Loads of questions were swirling around my head. I was snapped out of the thoughts by the sound of the front door closing. I jumped up and walked out of the living room to find Aimee setting her bag down by the door. "Hey babe." She said casually.
"Where have you been?" It came across more threatening than I had hoped. I didn't want to sound too protective or possessive, but I just wanted answers.
"At the studio...?"
"It doesn't take that long to meet your new manager though."
"I know? We went straight into planning my first single and my album release and stuff." She went to walk past me when I stopped her.
"It doesn't take five hours to do that."
"I had to re-record the song, Harry. Why are you being so obsessive?" She pushed passed me and went into the bedroom, slamming the door behind her. I looked at the floor. I took a deep breath and followed her. She was pulling of her shoes and throwing them into the wardrobe.
"Look, I was just worried, that's all. I thought you were only going to meet your manager then come back home. When you didn't, I started getting worried. I thought someone had taken you again because I assumed you would've told me if you were staying on." I sighed. Aimee stood up and walked over to me, cupping my face in her hands. She leaned in and kissing me, letting me in straight away. After a few minutes, we pulled away breathless.
"Thank you for caring. I'm perfectly ok though." She smiled up at me. I leaned in and kissed her again. "So, do you want to hear my song or what?" I nodded excitedly. Aimee took my hand and dragged me into the living room. She ran out into the hall and came back holding a CD. She lifted my laptop, sat down and placed it on her knee. She opened the little drive thing and place it in. After clicking a few buttons, I heard this song;
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7oBU7d5oenQ
"That is so good! Who is the dude singing on it?"
"Oh, that's Jake. He's in the same position as me; he's just been signed too. He's pretty cool." My heart sank.
"What does Jake look like?" I could feel myself tensing up. Aimee rested her hand on my arm, relaxing me a bit.
"Don't worry, he's not my type. Besides, he thinks you're cool so he won't try and pull anything." I nodded, still unsure of whom he is. He better not try anything.
Liam's P.O.V.
I was going to try and find the right time to ask Meghan before we left California. That is, unless the world decides to go against me again and makes everything go wrong for a second time. We were up in the hotel room, having showers after spending the first part of the day down at the pool. Meghan's a quick learner. She's starting to swim quite well. She came out of the bathroom towel drying her hair. "Since you made me go swimming this morning, I want you to come skateboarding with me. I haven't been on a board in weeks." She smiled at me. I couldn't resist. I knew how much she loved to skate.
"Sure, let me get changed." She nodded and went out onto the balcony. After I changed, I walked out onto the balcony and wrapped my arms around Meghan's small waist. "OK skater girl, I'm ready." She smiled and turned around in my arms.
"Can we get something to eat first? I'm starving." I nodded and we walked out of the room, hand in hand.
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I've always wondered how Meghan can eat like a horse but never put on any weight. She's like Niall - a bottomless pit. That's just one of the things I love about her. She's not afraid to eat in front of me. We were sitting in the hotel, resting after our dinner - since we didn't fancy throwing up while skateboarding. "Liam, can you sign this for me?" A voice came from behind. I turned around and saw a girl standing with a magazine with me and the boys on the front. I looked back at Meghan who nodded. I turned around to the girl and smiled at her.
"Who should I make it out to?" I asked.
"Lindsey." She replied. I nodded and wrote: 'To Lindsey, thank you for being part of the 1D family. Love, Liam xx' I handed it back to her and she fangirled. I smiled nervously. I hate when they do this. She thanked me and ran off. I turned back to Meghan.
"You're so sweet to your fans." Meghan smiled, leaning her head on my shoulder.
"They did get us to where we are today. They deserve something back." Meghan looked up at me.
"You know on Twitter, they always say that you haven't let fame get to your head since you ordered milk and cookies up to your hotel room and showed 80 thousand people your flashing toothbrush." I chuckled.
"That's a good toothbrush though." Meghan smiled and shook her head.
"Can we give the skate park a miss? I feel kind of sick." I nodded.
"You aren't going throw up before we get to the room, are you?" She shook her head and laughed.
"I think I'll be ok."
Meghan's P.O.V.
Liam insisted on carrying me up to our room. I was going to argue to be honest. I'd taken a turn for the worst. My stomach was churning. At least I knew one thing: It wasn't because of my appendix.
