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Cara

- Harry’s POV -

The familiar beat of ‘Story of My Life’ flowed into my ears from my headphones, making me tap my feet along. I patiently waited until my cue, taking a deep breath a second before.

“Written in these walls are the stories I can’t explain..”

“Leave my heart open, but it stays right here empty for days..”

Hearing Liam’s voice, I closed my mouth and waited until I had to add my vocals.

“The story of my life, I’ll take her home.”

I continued the song, closing my eyes as I waited for the ending. Once I was finished, I removed the headphones from my ears and looked across to see if I was allowed to leave the booth. Getting the nod of the head, I smiled at the person behind the glass and quickly exited the small space.

“Nice job today, Harry.” Anthony praised me from behind a desk. “I’ll see you tomorrow, yeah?”

“We’re recording tomorrow?” I asked, scrunching my eyebrows together in confusion. “Since when?”

“No, no. Tomorrow at Cara’s party? Didn’t you tell me you were going?”

“Cara..?”

“Delevingne? She’s been planning this party for Poppy for ages.”

Oh crap. Poppy’s birthday was in a few days- no more like one day and it had totally slipped my mind. What do I get a girl on her birthday? Shoes? Clothes? Money? Jewlery? A puppy?

“Harry?”

“What?” I wondered, shaking my head slightly to get me out of my thoughts.

“Are you still going?” Tony wondered, spinning around in his chair.

“I don’t know.. I think Rosalie has something planned..”

“Oh come on! You guys spend every living second around each other! Give her some space, I bet she’s dying for some.” He groaned, throwing his head back.

“Tony, I don’t know..”

“Harry, one night won’t kill you. It’s just a birthday party.”

“Ehh.”

“I’ll take that as a yes. You need a ride?” He smirked at me, getting up from the seat.

Looking at him, I realized I couldn’t back out now. First, I do remember promising Cara I’d go. Second, Anthony was not going to stop pestering me about it. Third? I hate to admit it, but he might be right when he said that Rose needed some space. We had been spending the past weeks together trying to get our new relationship in the media. She was probably tired of me and, being the nice person she was, she didn’t say anything about it.

It kind of hurt to think that there was a possibility that she was thinking this about me.. But I was just her fake boyfriend right?

“Pick me up at 8.” I huffed, stuffing my hands into my pockets.

- Rose’s POV -

“Roseeeee.” Rayleigh whined, rolling around on my bed.

Currently, we were in my bedroom, blasting music, and just talking.. Well, screaming is a better word since the music was so loud.

“Rayyyyy.” I imitated, smiling at her.

“I’m so boredddd!” She continued on, letting half her body slide off my bed.