...But You Don't Notice at All. (One Direction)

Harry Styles

A/N: okay so for those geniuses out there who know everything, you know that 1D's new album is going to be called take me home. That causes a slight problem for me because the single that Kat and Harry are recording in my story is also called Take Me Home. This freaks me out and irritates me beyond measure at the same time :P. So after much thinking (which has been hard on me since im blonde) I decided to just change the title to You Can Take Me Home. It's just easier that way. It was sort of funny becuase i read it on facebook and i was like WHAT??!?!?!?!?! WHAAAT?!?!? and for like a whole hour I was totally convinced that One Direction stole my song title. That would make a good plot for a fanfic...i should write that...anyhoo, enjoy this lovely chapter :)

"You can take me home," I sang the last line of the song, we had been recording for hours, and we were finally finished. We had to do a ton of takes, and once, when I had finally gotten one part right, my phone rang and messed me up, so I turned it off.

"Great job today, you two, go grab a coffee or something outside and I'll be done editing in a little while, so you can listen to it," said Patrick.

"Thanks so much," I gushed.

Harry snickered.

"Don't laugh at me," I said playfully slapping his arm, "I'm really excited! Don't judge!"

"Whatever you say," said Harry sarcasticly, "now I need caffeine right now,". It was only about ten o' clock but working in the studio was actually exhausting.

"Sounds like a plan," I laughed. Harry took my hand and we went to the small kitchen right outside the studio. I started making myself a cup of coffee in their "one cup coffee maker".

"I'll check if there's anything to eat, I'm starved," said Harry opening the fridge.

"Yeah," I said, "We recorded so long we didn't even get to have dinner," I laughed. Then I realized something. I forgot about my dinner date with Landon.

"Hey, Kat, do you like ramen?" said Harry. I couldn't even answer I was frozen with guilt, "Kat?" said Harry again.

"Shit," I managed to get out.

"What?" said Harry, "What happened,"

"I am the worst person in the world, I had dinner plans with a friend and I totally forgot," I felt like a pile of crap.

"It'll be fine," Harry assured me, "just call 'em up and I'm sure they'll understand,"

"I'm pretty sure they'll be pretty pissed off," I said.

"I don't believe that for one second," said Harry taking a few steps away from the fridge and closer to me.

"And why are you so sure?" I asked. Wait! That's not how I ment to say that! I just sounded really flirty! Ahhh! I take it back!

"Because," he said wrapping his arm around my waist, "I know no one can stay mad at you for long,"

"And why is that," I asked turning towards him. Bad Kat! Stop flirting with your friend!

He turned towards me so we were standing face to face. He rested his forehead against mine. He was so close that I could hear his breathing. Yet somehow I didn't mind. "You're just..."

"Hope you guys are all coffeed up," said Patrick walking in. I quickly jolted away from Harry and sat up on the counter. Harry smiled cheekily at me and my cheeks turned bright red.

"Um...so are you two ready to hear your song?" said Patrick awkwardly.

"Sounds good," smiled Harry.