Let Me Be Your Wings (Butterflies Sequel)

Chapter 1

                                                                 -Louis-

I step out of the car, and kick the door shut with my foot. My hands are full, one holding keys and my phone, the other guiding my Starbucks to my mouth. I grin and wiggle my fingers at the line up of ladies outside the doors to the studio. Paul motions them back as I head inside. I make a mental note to stop and say hello on my way out. Zayn and Liam are already inside, lounging on the little couch. Zayn is snoozing and Liam is staring at the recording booth, where Niall has his lips to the microphone and is lacking a shirt. I chuckle and sit down in a chair near them.

"Where's Harry?" Liam asks, tearing his eyes from Niall. I shrug,

"He probably stopped to get something on his way here." Liam creases his eyebrows gently.

"You didn't spend the night at his house?" He wonders aloud. I sigh and think back to that text. Going to Funky Buddha with some mates, see you tomorrow xx. I wanted to spend the night with him on our day off. But it's understandable that he wanted to go out and party. I chuckle shortly. 

"No, he went out to Funky Buddha." Liam raises an eyebrow. I shrug and turn back to watch Niall. Honestly, I miss Harry. I feel like we haven't had any time to be with eachother since we got back to London. We have been immensely busy with recording and photo shoots. I brush the feeling to the side, because I know it's hard to be an in-the-closet couple in a famous boyband. Especially when Harry is a few years younger than me and has the desire to party all the time. 

Niall finishes his recording session and then it's my turn. I step inside the booth and pull on the headphones. As I read along the music and hum the tune to get ready, I see the door open. Harry strides inside and collapses on a chair. He smiles at me once and pulls out his phone. Ouch. 

I mentally scold myself for being too needy and begin to sing my melody. Halfway through, one of the vocal coordinators stops me to give some pointers. I nod at her critique and redo my recording. We run through it a few more times until they get what they need and then they let me out so that Liam can have his turn. I take Liam's spot on the couch wich is right near Harry's chair. I reach over and ruffle his curls and he grins his heart shattering smile at me. I lean in but he just looks back down at his phone, not realizing that I wanted a quick kiss. I groan and sit back in my spot. No one was even looking, that would have been prime kiss time.

What the hell is going on with me? Since when am I so insecure and needy? I hate it. I need to stop. I shift my body to face away from him and look over at Zayn and Niall who are carelessy sprawled on the floor now. I laugh at them and stick my feet in their face. Niall pushes them away in disgust and Zayn jumps up to tackle me, tickling my sides. I break into laughter and Harry finally looks up from his phone to assess the situation. Seeing Zayn on top of me, torturing me with tickles, he shakes his head, smirking and leans over to kiss my head. I whisper-scream for him to help me, since Liam is still recording. All he does is shrug evilly and step over to the sound board to ask someone a question. I glare at the back of his head and Zayn sits back on my legs.

"Are you lads fighting or something?" he asks with a concerned face. I crease my eyebrows and cock my head in confusion. 

"Why would you ask that?" I say suspiciously. He shrugs, seeing he hit a nerve.

"Oh, I don't know...usually you're so...well, whatever, never mind me!" He gets up and sits back down on the floor, leaning back against the couch. Niall is sitting up now, gazing at Liam in adoration. I can't help but wonder if Harry still looks at me that way.

                                                                    -Niall-

"Hey baby! You did a great job!" I whisper in Liam's ear as he sits down beside me and throws his arm around me in a casual and strictly friendly manner. We have this whole secret-relationship thing down to an art. He smiles at me and glances at the sound people who are all facing Harry in the booth. He presses a sweet, short kiss to my lips.