The one that got away - ON HOLD

Chapter 20 part 2 - Magic in the air

The drive was sort, as both Niall and I stayed quiet, watching the traffic around us again. Luckily, this time the silence wasn’t uncomfortable. Niall kept driving with a major smile on his face as he guided the car through traffic, stealing glances in my direction every once in a while. I couldn’t help but chuckle as I caught him staring a few times.

“We’re here” Niall said after a minute or 5, parking the car on an abandoned lot near a one story building, after a man in uniform let him past a gate. I narrowed my eyes at the view around us, starting to question Niall’s ability to judge my taste.

Were in a parking lot, in the middle of an industrial lot, covered with big warehouses and one story buildings. The small lot we were in was surrounded by gates, but no cars were here. There were a view cars parked on the street and the guard at the gate, but other than that there wasn’t a single soul on the street. The one story building was painted white, without windows and a single grey door.

Where the hell were we.

“Is this the part where you turn out to be a murdered and kill me, before dumping my body in an abandoned warehouse, letting it rot until the smell drives people so insane they have no choice but to search for me?” I questioned, giving Niall a confused look. Laughter bubbled out of his mouth, before he shook his head.

“No, come on. I’ll show you” he chuckled.

Niall quickly slit out of the car, me following his lead. Just as I stepped onto the hard concrete, Niall came walking towards me, hand already stretched out.

“I could’ve opened it for you” he said, pouting slightly. I shook my head grinning.

“I can do it myself”

“I know” Niall sighted, falling in step beside me as we made our way towards the door. I still had a hesitant look on my face as I walked across the lot, glancing at Niall.

The only sounds surrounding us, where the clicking of my heels, and a occasionally a bird, but that was it. You could hear a pin drop if you wanted to.

“Don’t worry. You’ll like it. I promise” Niall said reassuring, and I couldn’t help but believe him.

The streetlights around us gave us an indication as to where the steps and bumps where, but also showed the major smile that had appeared on his face. A soft smile slowly appeared on my face as well.

Niall walked a little faster, hand already stretched out to grab the black door handle as he opened the door for me. The bright lights from inside showed the bricks outside, and gave a clear view of the hallway behind the door.

“This.. Is my heaven” Niall whispered, letting me walk in.

My breath hitched a little in my throat, as I entered the building, seeing what Niall was hinting at the entire time.

I started walking slowly, eying the stretched out hallway that laid ahead of me, several doors on either sides. A black rug made it look darker then it was, but the bright white walls cheered the place up a bit. Numerous golden picture frames were hung up on the walls, but instead of pictures, it were records. All kinds of artist came rushing by, as I slowly walked on, so much more to see then my eyes could capture.

Holy smokes.

We were in a real recording studio. Something I had always dreamed of.

Places like this, held so much magic to them. Artist would come here, with songs written on late nights in bed, or on the back seat of a car, driving to yet another interview. Each person had a different view, as they walked through these hallways, determined to make the song the best they had ever done, laying al their emotions in it.