The Editor

5. Harry

We slowly walked back to our apartment, full from our breakfast. I held Emma’s hand as she swung our arms back and forth, occasionally leaving to go look at something. She said I was the immature one but she was just as bad. We arrived at the apartment and Niall collapsed face down on the couch, Liam, Louis, Zayn and I doing the same in the seats around. Emma sat on the floor near my feet and leaned her head against the recliner.

“Too full.” Niall said his face still against the cushions of the couch.

“I didn’t think that was possible for you Niall.” Liam said dryly.

“Columbia called.” Louis said, looking at his phone. “They said we can go and check out the studios today if we want.”

“Let’s go!” Niall said, picking his head up. Zayn laughed. I looked down at Emma; she was drumming her fingers on her knees and staring out the window, lost in thought.

“Em, do you mind if we go check out the studio?” I asked.

“No, go ahead. I have some things I wanted to do anyways.” She turned and gave me a small smile before getting up.

“Okay guys, let’s go.” I said. We slowly got up and made our way to the door.

“Have fun!” Emma called from the kitchen as I closed the door.

“Welcome One Direction! Take a seat.” We sat down on a bench in the lobby of Columbia studios. I looked around the lobby. It was big, with windows to the streets and photographs of award winning artists in the Columbia studios.

“Check it out, John Mayer.” Niall said.

“Stop fangirling Niall.” Louis said.

“You’re just mad because he took a picture with me and not you!” Niall taunted.

“I am not!”

“Yes you are!

“I am not!”

“Guys!” Lim snapped, running a hand though his hair. Zayn rolled his eyes.

“Real mature guys.” He said.

“Shut up Zayn. No one asked you.” Louis said. Zayn flipped him off. I bit my lip. We’d been arguing with each other a lot lately. I was hoping it would stop once we decided that we wanted to be an actual band again. Thankfully a guy of about 40 came and offered to take us on a tour of the studios. I stayed in the back, looking at the photos and awards on the walls.

“You okay Harry?” Liam asked, dropping back.

“I’m fine, just looking around.” Liam gave me a look but I turned and pretended to be interested in a photograph of Train. The tour was quick and we arranged to come in to the studios in a couple of days to start recording. We made our way to the street and started walking back to the apartment.

“I think we should start looking for a hotel.” Liam said.

“Yeah, some place close by.” Louis said.

“You don’t want to stay with Emma and I?” I asked.

“You want us to stay with you guys for however long this album takes?” Liam asked.

“It could be months.” Niall warned.

“Yeah, I guess you’re right.”

“We’ll still come over all the time though.” Louis said.

“All the time?”

“Every other day.” Louis said. I smiled and turned to unlock the door to the apartment. I walked in and heard music playing from the bedroom. It sounded like rap. I walked into the bedroom and found Emma folding some clothes.

“Flawless. I woke up like this.” She sang, oblivious.

“Hey Emma.” She jumped and dropped the shirt she was folding.

“Harry! Don’t do that!” She scolded, pretending to be mad.

“I had hoped you would start listening to good music once we got together but no it has to be Beyonce all the time.” I joked, turning down the music. Emma stuck her tounge out at me before grabbing 4 of the neatly folded piles of clothes and walking out into the living room.

“How was the studio tour?” she asked over her shoulder.

“Good.” The guys were watching T.V and arguing about some show. Emma placed their laundry on their bags and smiled at them.

“Some things never change.” She said, coming back to stand next to me.

 “I guess so.” I said, thinking that maybe things were changing, whether I liked it or not.

A/N: The gif on the side is super hot just sayin'