Be My Baby ✯ - One Direction Fanfic

Chapter 18 - Studio

I was woken up to Justin and Niall standing at the side of my bed that wasn't pressed up against the walls and windows. "WAKEY WAKEY!"Justin screamed, shaking my shoulder violently. Niall laughed and I threw the pillow over my head, but Niall pulled it off. "What time is it?"I groaned into the mattress. "7:30 AM, to be exact."Niall said matter-of-factly. I sat up, remembering the buttons weren't fully buttoned. Justin grinned and gave Niall a high-five, and I rolled my eyes, sitting up and buttoning the buttons up, my feet dangling from the side of the bed. "Get dressed, we'll be downstairs, you're headin to the studio."Justin said, and I sighed. They walked out of my room and down the stairs, laughing.  I shut the door and went to my closet, putting on (http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=53718463) which was semi-casual. The 'N' lecklace had been a gift from Niall the day I landed in England with Zoey. I carefully curled my hair, doing my makeup (http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=53718777) and then went downstairs. Justin whispered something to Niall, and Niall grinned, shaking his head. "Why do we have to go so early?"I groaned, still tired. I got to the bottom of the stairs, and Niall placed his arm around my waist loosely, and I didn't complain, since it made me feel safe, even though we were in my own house.

"That's the life of a singer,babeh."Justin said, and I rolled my eyes. "Let's just go."I said, my purse in the cuff of my arm. "How'd you get in anyways?"I asked Justin. Niall raised his hand. "But my dad..?"I asked. "Sleeping like a baby."Niall said, opening the door and we stepped out. We walked across the street to Justin's, and he typed in a code and the garage door opened slowly, revealing his chrome Fisker. "Sick!"Niall exclaimed, like a kid on Christmas. Justin unlocked the car, climbing into the driver seat. I climbed in the back, and Niall sat in the front. We drove down the road, turning the streets I had learned to memorize in order to get to LA. "I heard you guys last night."Justin said, and Niall laughed. "Told you I wouldn't let you down."Niall said, and I bit my lip, remembering how good it felt. "You the man."Justin grinned, and we got off the freeway after about a half hour. We rode around town for awhile, stopped at Starbucks, signed some autographs, and headed to the studio. They wrote a perfect song for me, an indirect cheesy love song, but it was catchy. "This kind of shit will stay in peoples minds forever."Justin assured me, and I went into the room, putting the headphones in and concentrating on the beats that reminded me when to sing what lines. 

-Niall's Point of View-

As Vienna started singing, her voice, naturally perfect without effects, filled the air. I tried to not distract her, But I wanted her to once glance up and see how proud I was of her. The way her eyes got wide as she hit the high notes, perfectly on key. "She's great."Justin said, obviously in awe with her voice. "Hell yeah she's great."I grinned. "And not just her voice." Justin looked over with a big smile, and we both had a laugh at that. It was crazy that just 2 years ago, I was the 16 year old boy in Mullingar, a huge fan of Justin Bieber. Now, I was worldwide famous, in the studio with him.. Oh, and my flawless girlfriend. All the lads were jealous that I had Vienna, Zayn saying she was his in the beginning, Louis saying he'd do her anyday. Liam said he'd love to have her, and of course, Harry said he'd love to fuck her --unforcefully. It still got to me that he had laid his hands on her, done what was my job before I had. That he took advantage of her petite body being in his reach. "Niall?"Justin said,snapping me out of thought. "Oh,yeah?"I said, regaining the moment. "What do you think?"He asked, and I realized he was talking about Vienna's voice. "It's perfect."I said, not a hint of doubt in the words. Her eyes lit up happily, a smile spreading across her face. "We'll get it onto radios, put it on iTunes as a single?"Scooter said, and Vienna agreed, signing a contract.