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Following a day of a long and tiresome photoshoot, Harry Styles wasn't exactly the happiest person when they called him back to the studio the next day along with his bandmates. All four of them had an eventful day, but Harry was bothered the most to have his day off taken away from him. He didn't want to be in this place again.
"We just need to confirm whether you want these pictures for the album cover or not," the content manager explained. He stood in front of a door and turned around to look apologetically at the boys. "We're sorry we had to do this. We really need your confirmation."
Harry huffed. "Sure."
Louis patted his back. "Come on, we'll be done and out within an hour."
The younger one just grumbled under his breath as they went inside. "Whatever."
This room was the one where their album covers were shot. Not the most appealing of all rooms, but it got the job done. There were lights everywhere, backdrops against the walls, green screens, and tangled wires appeared after every second step. The manager took them to the end of the large room, where a group of six people were assembled, with one man working on his laptop. His eyes lit up when he saw the boys approach.
"Yes!" He waved his hand at them. "Over here."
Harry noticed the small lamp on the man's table. It wasn't that fascinating for a lamp to have caught his attention, but he felt a sort of vibe - as though he had seen the exact lamp before . . .
"So, what do we have to do?" Liam asked, leaning over to glance at the screen.
The man, whose name Harry knew was John, hastily started arranging the documents around him to clear the table as he spoke, "You know we need individual covers this time. We've selected the photographs. But you just need to confirm-"
In the process of arranging his table, John accidently knocked over his lamp from the table. He let out a gasp, putting a pause to his explanation. But the lamp never hit the ground.
"Nice reflexes," Louis commented, surprised at Harry who was now holding the lamp in his hand. "You were, like, two feet away."
Harry stared at the equipment in his hand. He was dazed himself as to what had just happened, an endless train of thoughts running through his mind. It wasn't reflexes, no. It was almost as if he knew that the lamp was going to fall.
"Hey," Louis asked, breaking him back to reality, worried by his silence. "You okay?"
Harry just blinked at him. "Déjà vu." He shrugged as he put the lamp back on the table.
