Crazy Little Thing Called Love

Songwriting Or How I Was Left Speechless

Hi everyone, I think this is my first or at least one of my first chapters written from Louis' POV so please tell me how you like it. All the love, Summer xxx

Louis' POV: 

I was nervous. Way too nervous for someone who was only hanging out with his ex-girlfriend who he was desperately trying not to lose in his life. Pacing up and down my hallway, I checked my watch again and noticed that she was about to arrive an minute now. As if that had been her cue, the door bell rang and with three big steps I was in front of it and yanked it open. It had only been a couple of days since I had last seen her, but during that time I had focused more on how I could help her and make her feel better and then Harry had appeared, so I had kept my distance.

My eyes wandered up her body and I felt my lips pull into a wide smile when my eyes met hers. "Hi, love, come on in." I greeted her cheerfully and opened the door for her. She instantly stepped into the hallway and I quietly closed the door behind her. Noticing her helpless glance around, I took her bag and her guitar out of her hands and carefully placed them on the floor, before pulling her into a tight hug. "Hi." she said into my chest, her voice sounded a bit muffled against the fabric of my top. I pulled away a little bit and grinned down at her. "It's good to see you, love." She returned the grin and pressed a light kiss to my cheek before taking a step back and starting to undo the shoelaces of her chucks. She smiled up at me and I felt my stomach churn a little bit. "Stop it, Louis, you had your chance and you blew it. She's Harry's now and you need to move on." I scolded myself. But why did she had to make it so difficult?

"It's really good to see you, too, Lou. I missed hanging out with you." She slipped out of her chucks and naturally made her way into the kitchen, me hot on her heels. When she noticed my amused smile she paused at the sink, a glass of water already in her hand, and turned around. Her cheeks turned red, making my smile even bigger. "Sorry." she immediately apologised and I shook my head and walked over to the fridge to help myself to a coke. "No need to apologise, love, make yourself at home." I teased her and she stuck out her tongue at me in response. "Very mature, Claire." I raised an eyebrow at her and she dramatically flipped  her long hair over her shoulder and took a big sip from her water.

"So, what would you like to do, love?" I asked her and lazily leaned against the kitchen counter, as I watched her eyes wander around the kitchen. "Maybe we could see if we come up with a good tune and then I'll beat you at Fifa?" she suggested, a smirk appearing on her face towards the end of the sentence, making me chuckle. "I think you meant to say that I will be at you at Fifa, but sure, why not? I have been wondering how it would be to work with you ever since Ed told me about your little writing session." I told her honestly and grinned when her cheeks turned red once again. "He told you about that, eh?" she asked and I nodded with a small smile on my face. She was trying very well to hide her excitement, but I knew her well enough to know that she was secretly freaking out inside.

Picking up her guitar and her bag, I beckoned her to follow me to my living room where I carefully placed her stuff on the sofa, before sitting down myself. I patted the spot next to me and after a moment of hesitation, she finally sat down. "Soooo..." I gave her an expectant glance and she raised an eyebrow at me and shot me a questioning look. "Any ideas?" I asked her and she reached over me towards her bag and nearly fell face down into my lap in the process. When she emerged, her face was bright red and I had to bite my lips to keep myself from laughing. "Sorry." she mumbled and started to rummage in her bag for something. A couple of seconds later she let out a triumphant "Ha!" , a small notebook in  her hand. "I had this idea a couple of days ago. It's, um, it's about losing someone and how it can make you stronger if that makes sense?" She didn't meet my eyes and instead pushed the note book into my hands.

Carefully, I picked it up and read the words and chords scribbled onto the two pages. When I looked up, I saw Claire anxiously watching me, her hands grasped tightly together in her lap. "This is bloody amazing, love. Would you mind playing for me so we could add some bits and pieces here and there?" I asked her and she took a deep breath, before nodding in agreement. After she had tuned her guitar, she reached for her notebook and placed it on the table in front of her. With an uncertain look in my direction, she strummed her guitar once, before opening her mouth and starting to sing.

"Don't give up on me!" she ended her song and finally dared to look at me again. For the first time in a very long time, I was speechless. "I, um..." I tried to manage a coherent sentence, but failed miserably, so I shut my mouth again. "I know it's not very good, but you are an amazing songwriter, so I thought you could help me." Claire started to ramble and I leaned over and placed my finger on her mouth, effectively shutting her up. "This is one of the best songs I have heard in a while, love. Where did you hide this talent?" I asked her excitedly and her already red cheeks turned a shade darker. "You like it?" she asked cautiously and I laughed and shook my head. "I fucking love it, Claire!" I corrected her with a wide grin and saw her visibly relax next to me. 

"Alright, let's get to work. I think we could add some light percussion in the background and maybe a bass as well? And I thought that in the chorus instead of going down after 'you can', you could go up like this?" I suggested and sung my proposed change. She nodded excitedly and added a small note above the lyrics. "Thank you so much for helping me with this, Lou. Are you currently working on any solo stuff, by the way? Maybe a solo album?" she asked me, her green eyes sparkling with curiosity. I run my hand through my hair and nodded. "I have been working on some stuff, why?" A small grin spread in her face. "Would you like to add this to your album?" she asked me and gestured to the notebook in her lap. 

I immediately protested. "No, no, no, no! This song is your song and I couldn't possibly take this away from you and use it in my album, love." Her face fell and I instantly regretted my decision. "Look, let's be realistic here. I will never sing in front of a crowd or record an album myself, Louis, because that's just not who I am. But you? You have everything in you that it takes to be a brilliant solo artist and I wouldn't have offered this song to you, if I didn't want you to have it." she explained seriously and after a couple of seconds under her intense gaze, I gave in. "Alright, fine. But only if I am allowed to credit you as a songwriter." I agreed and she nodded and gave me a wide smile. "Great, now  let's make this song perfect for you!" she exclaimed enthusiastically, making me laugh. What did I ever do to deserve someone like Claire in my life?