Chapter Three
Harry Styles Friday, 9:41 pm
“Okay, Harry,” Dave says, “I want you to sing that line again, but maybe a little bit higher this time, okay?”
I nod in response and then sing my line. “And I’ve just let these little things, slip, out of my mouth. ‘Cause it’s you. Oh it’s you. It’s you they add up to, and I’m in love with you, and all these little things.” Dave gives me two fingers, then one, and then he does the ‘end’ sign, signaling me that we’re not recording at the moment.
“Nice job, bud! You’re really improving,” he compliments.
“Thanks, mate,” I respond with a slight nod. Tonight, we’re recording “Little Things” and it sounds amazing. Well, the other lads are recording at different times than me. Zayn recorded around four earlier since he’s the first voice you’re going to hear in the song. It’s a really beautiful piece of music.
“Okay, so since we finished a little early, I’ll let you listen to the music for about, oh let’s say fifteen minutes or so and then I will see you Monday, got it?” Dave tells me, trying to be more friendly-like, but it comes out more stern than so.
“Got it,” I intently say. I’m really excited to listen to what we have recorded so far. I especially like Niall’s part. I don’t know why, but I think the fans will connect with it more.
After I listened to “Little Things” a few more times, fifteen minutes have passed by. Liam told me we’re going to Iowa for the weekend. That got me really excited because it says Avery is from Iowa on her Twitter profile. I haven’t tweeted her anything or followed her because I don’t want Avery to think I’m a stalker. Technically that’s exactly what I’m being right now, but oh well. I guess the reason that we’re going to Iowa is because Liam’s cousin wants him to visit. I reckon his name is Blake or Blaine, but I’m not for sure.
Someone snaps me out of my thoughts be stepping on my foot. My eyes snap to the human who did this. I’m Harry Styles for crying out loud; do not stomp on my foot!
“Harry,” a voice says. Great, just the company I need right now.
“Kendall,” I snap. I hope she knows I have some place to be right now.
“Harry,” she sighs, “why haven’t you answered my texts and calls? Are you just going to sleep with me for no reason? Do you just need a fuck buddy?” Her voice keeps getting louder and louder.
“Do you mind, Kendall! We’re in public!” I spit. “Don’t you know the paparazzi can most likely hear you for God’s sake?”
“Yes, I am highly aware of that,” she rolls her eyes.
“What do you want?” my temper is about through the roof. I can’t stand this girl. She thinks just because she’s a Jenner means that she owns the fucking world. Sorry for the reality check, bitch, but that’s not going to happen!
“I already told you what I want, Harry! I want the truth,” tears start to brim in her eyes and I immediately feel bad. “Do you not like me like you say you do?”
Should I lie to her just to make her feel better or tell her the truth and make her cause a scene? I shall lie.
“Of course I fancy you, Kendall, it’s just that I’ve been really busy lately between recording and ending the tour. It’s been hectic,” the second part is true. I have been busy lately, but I do not fancy her.
