A Trail of Whispers

Chapter Five

HARRY'S POV

     "That was good Harry, take a break. Liam, your turn to get in the booth," the studio manager said to me. I pulled off the headphones and plopped down on the couch where the other boys were sleeping. I nudged Liam until he fell off the couch and practically crawled into the booth.

     "Was an 8 AM recording session really necessary?" I blurted out.

     "You can answer that yourself when this album debuts at #1," the studio manager shot back. I groaned, and Louis hit me as if to tell me to stop.

Harry Styles: It's 8 AM and i'm delirious from exhaustion but this album needs to be recorded and I just

Ariana Grande: Don't worry... Do you need me to stop by with some coffee or something?

Harry Styles: No I don't want you going out of your way or something. Besides, we're going shopping later anyway.

Ariana Grande: Too late. Open the door.

     I opened the door to the studio and found Ariana standing there with some coffee. She handed me my drink and kissed my cheek. "I know we're going later, but I couldn't wait to see you." I pulled her in for a hug and led her into the studio. "Oh my god, everyone's dead..."

     "We're all exhausted. We've had too many of these early morning recording sessions. Added on to the jet lag? Yeah, not working out for us," I complained.

     "Aw, I'm sorry. I wish there was something I could do to help."

     "You being here is more than enough for me," I said. I plopped onto the couch and pulled her onto my lap.

     "You two are sickening," Louis teased.

      "Don't be such a bum because your girlfriend didn't bring you coffee," I replied.

     "Harry, it's too early in the morning to be mean to your best friend," Ariana warned.

     "Wow Harry, I love your girl friend. She's very understanding," Louis shot.

      The whole time we were in the studio, Ariana would either be cuddling with me or talking to the other boys. I would be in and out of recording, but when I was in, she would sit by the window and watch me hit notes or fail at notes. When we were on the couch, she snoozed for a while, and the steady breathing and faint whistle of her sleep comforted me. And finally, at 12:30, we were released.

ARIANA'S POV

      Being in the studio with the boys was comforting. It was nice to spend time with them, make jokes, or simpy be comfortable around Harry. He sounded amazing on his parts. And thankfully, the time to go came sooner than I thought.

      Harry and I held hands in his Range Rover, as we sang along to the radio. As we reached The Grove, Harry tried his best to find a parking spot under a tree. The Grove presented the constant fear of seeing another celebrity or being met by paparazzi at almost every corner. It was a scary thought. But somehow, being by Harry's side gave me confidence.

     "Where to, princess?" Harry asked.

     "How about we eat lunch? It's past 1 now," I answered.

     I took Harry to a small little restaurant. We ate our salads in peace, and since I knew it drove Harry crazy, I would occassionaly rub my foot or leg against his leg. He sent me smiles often, and we discussed how the album was coming along. There must've been a couple fans eating in the booths from the opposite side of the restaurant because I could feel their stares boring in to me. "I never thought fans could make me feel uncomfortable," I whispered. He shrugged and looked at them. They instantly turned away.