Keep Me Warm [Harry Styles Fanfic]

Chapter 13: Grace

It'd turned out that Louis meant a studio that you record music in, so I was now sitting in the corner of a recording studio. Decks were placed on my side of the glass separating me from Harry and Zayn. Louis had popped to the toilet...

"Sorry I'm late guys" A tall brown haired walked through the doors. He was just as beautiful as these other boys. Interesting tattoos were inked over his arms too, the boldest being the arrows on his arm. I assumed they symbolised the direction of life, you can only go one way; forwards.

I knew that.

"Liam!" Louis walked through the door quickly behind him.

Liam, Liam seemed cool.

"Oh hello, I didn't know we had company..." Liam scanned me then looked towards the boys through the glass for answers.

"Harry's" Louis said, moving Liam out of the way to get through the door next to the glass.

"Harry's?" Liam questioned.

"Yeah, she's called-" Zayn started. I felt like a possession, watching them talk over me

"Anna, my name is Anna."

"Well nice to meet you Anna" Liam nodded before turning the lights up, flicking a few switches on the deck and walking into the other room with the boys.

"Is Niall not coming?" One of them asked, I was too busy staring at Harry. This felt so odd, he didn't just sing to me. His voice wasn't a secret only I knew.

"Come in here" The irish was back. His blonde hair soaked and umbrella broken held in front of him. He shook his head a few times and came further into the small room letting a girl follow behind him.

Grace.

"Niall give me the umbrella, I'll put it in this hallway" I hadn't seen her yet, only her hand that appeared over the door as she took the umbrella into the hall.

"Speak of the devil" Liam said.

"Alright guys, sorry I'm late" Niall opened the door from where it had fallen shut on Grace and she came walking in, instantly smiling as she saw me.

"You're Anna, right?" Grace said, her voice friendly.

"Yeah, and you're Grace"

"I've heard a lot about you" Her waved blonde hair falls over her face as she pulls out a stool to sit on opposite the decks with me.

"Have you now?" I ask raising an eyebrow.

"Harry told me you're like the sunset"

"The sunset, huh?" I ask, blushing. He knows how much I love the sunset.

"Yeah, from the darkness he's been in" Her fingers twirl around some strands of the hair still in front of her face and we loose eye contact.

Harry in the dark? Me as his sunset?

He was the one saving me, not the other way round?

I peered through the glass at Harry folding his lips into his mouth looking at the floor behind the other boys chatting and then his eyes quickly flicking up towards Niall, then him breaking into a laugh.

I had never looked at his body language in a sad way, I suppose his smile just lights up everything else.

"So, what's your favourite colour?" I ask Grace, breaking the silence.

"Haha, your funny" she laughs.

"Seriously, Mines purple" I tell her, trying not to laugh along.

A colour tells you a lot about a person.

"Pink"

Secretive, loyal and they live when they sleep; pinks are dreamers.

"Pink's nice" I reply.

"Can you two turn the volume down please, we need to record this today" Liam warns.