Fixing Us || l.h

Chapter Two**

Song 2 on the album is linked above^

I finish singing I Believe You, Jake smiling in the sound booth. "That song is beautiful. Great job Dylan. I'll let you know when it's finished. You're good for the day." "Thank you, Jake, I'll see you later." I wave, stepping out of the recording booth. I grab my things, heading out. Noah rounds the corner, smiling. "Hey, baby." He greets, a bag in his hand. "Hi, what are you doing here?" I ask, wrapping my arms around him. "Thought you'd want some lunch after recording, are you all done?" I nod, looking in the bag. Chinese food. 

"Do you want to head to your place, eat and watch a movie?" He asks, walking with me toward the door. "That sounds amazing." I nod, following him to his car. I text my brother, who was in a writing session, that I'm going home with Noah to eat and watch a movie, rolling my eyes when he responds saying no funny business. Noah drives us back to my brother's house, pulling into the driveway and parking in front of the front door. I let us in, leading him to the kitchen.

We serve our food on plates, putting the rest in the fridge. We go to the movie theatre, deciding on a new movie called Three's a Crowd. Halfway through, my phone buzzes, startling both of us. "What does Peter want?" Noah asks. I look over at him, frowning. "How do you know it's Peter?" I ask, grabbing my phone. "Your brother has a different vibration sound, it's not me and you only text Peter or us so it has to be Peter. I scowl at him as I read the text from Peter. "You make me sound anti-social." "No, just still making friends down here." "Nice save." I glance over at him, rereading Peter's message. "What does he want?" He asks again. "Me to come down for a tour meeting." I roll my eyes. "Well, that is his job as your tour manager." "Don't get smart with me. But I do need a ride back to the studio. I still don't have a car down here." He nods, standing up and stretching. I turn off the projector, grabbing my plate while Noah grabs his, both of us heading back to the kitchen.

I put the dishes in the dishwasher, grabbing my keys and following Noah to his car. The drive is quick and Noah stops out front, letting me out. "Thank you." I give him a smile, leaning through the open window. "What are you doing tomorrow?" "Nothing to my knowledge." I shrug, thinking. "I'm taking you on a date tomorrow night then." "Sounds good, fancy?" I ask, watching him. He nods, shifting to drive. "I'll see you tomorrow." I step back, watching him drive off.

I go inside, going to Peter's office. "Howdy." I greet him, smiling. "What's got you so smiley?" He asks, looking up at me. "I'm going on a date tomorrow." I gloat, watching him stand. "Fun, ready for the meeting?" "Sure, did you finally find me a tour to open for?" I ask, walking with him down the hall. "Kinda, have you heard of One Direction?" "No. Not a clue who Louis Tomlinson, Harry Styles, Niall Horan, Liam Payne, or Zayn Malik are." I reply sarcastically, watching him grin. "I love you but I hate you, kid. The meeting is discussing who will be opening for them. It's down to you and another group." "5 Seconds of Summer?" I ask, knowing he was avoiding it. He nods, glancing over at me. "Great," I mutter, following him into the conference room.

I sit down next to Peter, Ashton shooting me a grin. I return it, turning to Simon. "Thank you all for coming on such short notice. We really need to finalize who is opening for One Direction. Boys, I asked you to come in with an idea of who you wanted, what are we thinking? Simon asks, my heart racing. I look over at Harry, Louis, Liam, Zayn, and Niall, who all glanced between each other, trying to see who would speak first. 

"You both are incredible, I'll start there. We were honestly wondering if we could just do both?" Louis asks, speaking up for everyone. "Is everyone okay with doing a few fewer songs?" I nod, looking around. 5SOS also nods, Simon clapping his hands together. "Great, that was quick and easy. Thank you, guys." He says, standing. Everyone leaves, Peter keeping me back. "How many songs do you have recorded right now?" "Um, we just finished I Believe You this morning, Princess is done, Back in My Arms was my first, Over My Head is Thursday as of right now. So four, I've got a few more written but I'm not sure if I want them out yet." He nods. "I want seven done for the tour to open with. I need to know by next week so we can make sure they are recorded in time. Can you do that?" "I can try." I nod, biting my lip.

I leave the meeting room, wandering to go find Blake. He was writing with Justin, looking up at me confused. "I thought you went home." "Had to come back for a meeting." I shrug, sitting on the couch. "Justin, are you free tomorrow? I need to write three more songs before next week." "Jesus, why?" Blake asks, looking up at me again. "Oh, yeah, I'm one of the openers for One Direction." His eyes widen as he stares up at me. "Why are you not more excited?" He demands, feeling my forehead. "I swear to god, Blake. I have a little bit more to worry about than freaking out over me opening for them. If I don't get these songs done, I don't get to open." He nods, realizing that. "Yeah, I'm free, what time are you thinking?" Justin asks, bringing my attention back to him. "How does ten work?" I ask. "Perfect. I'll see you then. See ya, Blake." He waves, leaving. 

"What's wrong with the other songs you've written?" Blake asks. "I can't record If I Hated You or  Never Forget You yet-" Because the studio's too busy or because you mentally can't?" He cuts me off. "Mentally. There's one song I've been working on but more of a piano version so I don't know if I want to speed it up for the tour or keep it piano for the tour." "What's it called?" "Ruin My Life." He cocks an eyebrow at me for that one, giving me a look. I hand over my notebook out of my bag, letting him read through it.

I miss you pushing me close to the edge
I miss you
I wish I knew what I had when I left
I miss you

You set fire to my world, couldn't handle the heat
Now I'm sleeping alone and I'm starting to freeze
Baby, come bring me hell
Let it rain over me
Baby, come back to me

I want you to ruin my life
You to ruin my life, you to ruin my life, yeah
I want you to fuck up my nights, yeah
Fuck up my nights, yeah, all of my nights, yeah
I want you to bring it all on
If you make it all wrong, then I'll make it all right, yeah
I want you to ruin my life
You to ruin my life, you to ruin my life
I want you to ruin my life
You to ruin my life, you to ruin my life, yeah
I want you to fuck up my nights, yeah
Fuck up my nights, yeah, all of my nights, yeah
I want you to bring it all on
If you make it all wrong, then I'll make it all right, yeah
I want you to ruin my life
You to ruin my life, you to ruin my life

I miss you more than I thought that I could
I miss you
I know you missin' me too like you should
I miss you

You set fire to my world, couldn't handle the heat
Now I'm sleeping alone and I'm starting to freeze
Baby, come bring me hell
Let it rain over me
Baby, come back to me (baby, come back to me)

I want you to ruin my life
You to ruin my life, you to ruin my life, yeah
I want you to fuck up my nights, yeah
Fuck up my nights, yeah, all of my nights, yeah
I want you to bring it all on
If you make it all wrong, then I'll make it all right, yeah
I want you to ruin my life
You to ruin my life, you to ruin my life
I want you to ruin my life
You to ruin my life, you to ruin my life, yeah
I want you to fuck up my nights, yeah
Fuck up my nights, yeah, all of my nights, yeah
I want you to bring it all on
If you make it all wrong, then I'll make it all right, yeah
I want you to ruin my life
You to ruin my life, you to ruin my life

I miss you, I miss you
I wish you, I wish you
Would come back, would come back to me
Come back to me, come back to me

I want you to ruin my life
You to ruin my life, you to ruin my life, yeah
I want you to fuck up my nights, yeah
Fuck up my nights, yeah, all of my nights, yeah
I want you to bring it all on
If you make it all wrong, then I'll make it all right, yeah
I want you to ruin my life
You to ruin my life, you to ruin my life
I want you to ruin my life
You to ruin my life, you to ruin my life, yeah (ruin my life)
I want you to fuck up my nights, yeah
Fuck up my nights, yeah, all of my nights, yeah
I want you to bring it all on
If you make it all wrong, then I'll make it all right, yeah
I want you to ruin my life
You to ruin my life, you to ruin my life

"I say for tour speed it up but maybe record it both piano and normal, have the piano version be on  a deluxe version of the album?" He offers, looking through it. "But I like it, it's really good. I'd set up a time to record it and work with Jake to do both versions, you should be able to record them at the same time to make life a little easier." I nod, texting Jake to find a time for it. "So that means two more songs now, right?" I nod, slumping. "I've been in a slump since yesterday after writing those three songs, hopefully, Justin can help," I mumble.

"What kind of song are you wanting to do with him?" Blake asks, looking over at me. "Probably something a little more upbeat, getting the people going I guess. A dance song maybe." "Justin should be able to help you with that then." Blake smiles. "Good, otherwise I'm going to have an unhappy Peter next week." Blake laughs, nodding. "You got this."