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seventy two

After our joyous celebration over the possible promise of a resign, Louis spread his hand out on the table. "Wait."

"Louis?" Celia tapped her pen against the table.

"We have to work over our break?"

"How else would you get this single done before you come back to LA?" Celia raised an eyebrow.

"I don't want to work on a single on my family time. I-we never get to see our families, and I want to spend every second I have while in England with the boys and my family." Louis' bright eyes flashed over to me. "And Addison."

I gave a small nod of recognition.

"Do you know how much work it takes to perfect a song? Especially when the stakes are this high?" Niall added on, his voice sheepish and small. "There's no way we can balance our family time and this song, this song that's supposed to replace Zayn's spot, this song that's supposed to fill up the venue. It's outrageous."

Celia sighed. "Look, guys, I know this isn't the ideal situation-"

"Why didn't you just let us take a break after this single was produced? You were the one so adamant on us buying our tickets before we came in to see you, Celia." I pointed out and the room went silent, all eyes falling on her.

"You know what? No, no." She aimed her pen at me. "You don't get to point fingers at me. This was the only time I could squeeze you guys a break. And if you do get resigned, you think you're going to have an opening anytime soon to go see your family? You're going to be booked. You should be happy that I got you anything at all, for that matter."

I licked my bottom lip, relaxing. I raised my palms, signaling my surrender. "Alright."

"Now, I don't care how you do it. Just get it done. Get me a song and make it beautiful." Celia jokingly sang the last sentence to the tune of the first song we ever produced before nodding her head towards the door. "Get out of here."

We all gestured our condolences and goodbyes to our management team before silently shuffling our way out into the hallway. Once we were out in the safety off the hallway, we all erupted into celebration, jumping on each other and shouting with glee.

"We're going on tour, baby!" I howled, fist pumping the air.

"Good night, Los Angeles. We've been One Direction and it's been a pleasure. Now we'e off...to take over the world!" Louis playfully pretended to speak into a microphone before enthusiastically jumping on Liam's back. "Hello, Tokyo! New York! Amsterdam! Miami! Chicago! Paris! Melbourne! Brazil! Australia! Philadelphia! Dublin! Oh, how I couldn't forget about you, my dearest London!"

We all cheered, bouncing off each other's radiant energy and childish excitement.

This was it! These were our dreams coming true! I could almost taste the new contract papers, and I couldn't bare any second longer of being so close but so far away.

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ADDISON'S POV

As soon as Harry stepped into my apartment, I sprinted over to him and wrapped my arms around his neck. "I'm so happy for you, Harry! This is amazing! I'm so, so, proud!"

Harry had asked to meet at my apartment once I was done my last class of the day. He couldn't stay long, but he claimed to have good news to tell me.

"Woah, woah, wait." Harry peeled me off him, his hands on my hips. "What do you know?"

"Louis already texted me everything. About the tour, the second album, the new contract everything." I laughed happily, hugging him again. "That's incredible!"