Meet Becca Andrews a successful young fashion designer who works for Yves Saint Laurent. Enter the charasmatic Harry Styles, international superstar and handsome to boot. A chance encounter at a London night club sees these two meet, instantly dra...
It takes every fibre in my being to get in my car and drive home. I show Becca to her door, kiss her gently and leave. I wait until she is inside safely, blow her a kiss like a love sick teenager and head home. I want her, need her, crave her but I am going to be chill if it kills me.
Driving home alone to my house feels weird, but time is on our side and I know that I will bide mine. I pull up to the gates which open and head into the garage to park. Walking through the vast expanse that is my lounge, I decide to poor myself a glass of red and watch a DVD. I'm not tired and truth be told I'm hard. I need to not be but I can't fucking help it. I distract myself with the bottle of bordeaux and put "The Notebook" into the DVD player.
It's an old fav and one I'll never tire of. I've watched it too many times to count. When we were in Jamaica writing the album we had this crazy ritual where we would right like the clappers, eat chill and watch rom coms. We went through Nicky Spees (aka Nicholas Sparks) catalogue like a dose of salts. A Walk to Remember, Message in A Bottle, Nights in Rodanthe, The Lucky One we watched them all.
The opening credits come on and I settle on the couch with a blanket and my wine. It's tragic really as I know the lines by heart. I make a note to watch this with Becca some time, well I hope I will get to watch it with her.
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Noah and Allie's love story is beautiful and I'm a sucker for it every bloody time. I feel myself get all sweaty eyed and try to push the feeling of emptiness away. It's well after two before the movie finishes and I head up to bed. Climbing in its cold and kind of sad. I switch the night light off, have a sip from my water bottle and try to get some sleep.
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My alarm goes and I rub my eyes. I grab for my phone and switch the incessant chimes that bore into my brain off. I roll out of bed, make it, and stumble into the shower. It's an amazing day outside but unfortunately I wont be able to enjoy it as I have an appointment at Abbey Road studios. I'm putting the finishing touches on the doco we made about the album. I'm excited to see my wonderful band again. Mitch, Alex, Sarah, Claire and Adam make me sound so good and I am so bloody thankful I have them by my side. I'm lucky to have found such a wonderful mix of talent and drive.
Jeffrey buzzes at my gate and I let him in. He's driving us to the studio and I'm happy to let him do that. I'm feeling pretty good, grab a bottle of water my sunglasses and we are out the door. We arrive at the studios. walking through the corridors steeped in history, the significance is not lost on me and I feel incredibly privileged to be in this position. We enter the studio and I'm greeted by my partners in crime who have set up. We crack into it straight away and start with "Only Angel". We gradually make our way through the other tracks. I'm pleased its sounding good and it looks great. We leave the studio and head out for a bite to eat.
I glance down at my phone and see that Becca has left me a voice message. I eagerly swipe the screen and push my pin to unlock. Her voice is so lovely and I can't help but smile at her cute message.
"Mr Styles, just wanted to thank-you for a lovely evening again and was wondering if you were free on Friday as I'd like to cook you Dinner, um let me know if you are and we can co-ordinate our diaries, kay see ya byeeeee".
I end the call and flick up my calendar on my phone to see what I'm doing. I don't think I've got anything on - well I bloody hope I don't. As luck would have it I am free. I know that in the next week it will be full as the Album is getting closer to release. I ring Becca back and let her know that I would love to and ask her what she would like me to bring, "just bring yourself Harry, it's just casual ok, nothing special". I twist her arm and let her know I will bring wine maybe even bubbles as I know she enjoys them. "I'll look forward to seeing you on Friday then Harry, 7.00pm work for you?" "7.00pm is fine Becca, I'll see you then, take care bye".
I reluctantly end the call and get back to my food. Friday can't come soon enough for me but I have plenty to keep me occupied. I chat with Jeff and Mitch and we reminisce about Jamaica. It was an amazing time for me and I learnt so much from everyone. Mitch has the coolest vibe about him and he's just so chill. He came into this process as green as I was and now he's like one of my best friends. His talent is immense and I am in complete awe of him.
Times getting on and I need to head home. I'm absolutely knackered. Jeff heads outside and brings the car round the front. As we head out the front of the restaurant I notice that a small crowd of paps have formed. I walk briskly to the car and am bombarded with a barrage of questions. I smile say "hello" and "have a good night" and jump into. I let out a deep breath and sink into the passengers seat. "I'll never get used to that Jeff, ya know" I say out loud. "Still blows me away how people want to know every fucking thing I do, when I do it and who I do it with". He looks at me with a wry smile "come on H, you fucking love it, don't say you don't"! I laugh. "yeah sure, whatever Azoff whatever".
I'm dropped at the gate and I give my friend a hug. "Night Jeffrey, love you". I give him a kiss on the cheek. "Piss off ya cheeky fuck" he sasses back. Our banter never gets old and I'm lucky that I have such a great friend/manager to look out for me. He's a good old stick and I am appreciative of all that he does for me. I unlock the front door, hang my keys up and head to the shower. The hot water soothes my aching back and I'm thankful for the great pressure. I stay in way too long, humming lyrics in my head, thinking I must write them down. The water starts to cool down and I jump out, dry myself off, head downstairs to grab a bottle of water and my note book. I write the lyrics down, head back upstairs. I read for a little, check my calendar and emails, switch off the light and close my eyes. Today was a good day, a very good day.
