The New Addition L.S

Ch.4

Louis

"He should be here any minute be nice." Will spits at us.
We all hear a car door shut from the parking lot.
"That should be him." Will says.
"Unless he's late that wouldn't be very professional now wouldn't it?" Zayn says making Will scoff in annoyance.
A few minutes later we hear the door handle.
Here goes nothing.
He walks in. He's wearing a white T-shirt showing off his tan skin and many tattoos. With black skinny jeans and Chelsea boots. His dark brown curly hair is in a quiff. He looks like an ass. But beautiful at the same time. No stop Louis! You have you hate him.

We all stare at him while Will introduces him to everyone. He has a soft accent obviously not like any of ours. And a very deep raspy voice. And can't imagine how good he is at singing. He walks over to shake Niall's hand but Niall rejects him and scoffs. That's my boy.
He sits down and takes his sunglasses off. He has bright green eyes, a very defined jaw oh my god. And his lips look so soft. He doesn't look 19 at all.
Some time goes by of Will taking and us trying to pick a fight.
We aren't happy about this. Why would we be? We are perfectly fine.
Finally we get dismissed.
Once we get to the car Niall speaks up.
"Who the fuck is this guy!? He can't just walk into our lives, he doesn't even look 19! He looks 25!"
"Yea and he looks like a total ass, I won't stand this." Zayn says.
"Me either he's just going to fuck everything up." I say.
"He probably can't even sing, I mean for god sakes Will found him at a karaoke bar!" Liam yells.
We then all stop and notice him waking out of the building.
He quickly noticed us too all of us making eye contact.
He walks over to his car which is parked right near us and we watch his every move.
He pulls out his phone laughing at something and typing before putting it down. What is he laughing at? Us?
He then looks over at us before pulling out.
"That's it he's gotta go" Liam says.

Harry

Once I get back into my house. I loose it. This was a mistake.
I slide down the wall bursting into tears.
Why don't they like me?
I continue to sob holding my knees to my chest.
My crying gets interrupted by a text.
Will: I just sent the schedule to you for recordings. The boys will also be there unless the schedule says otherwise. The producer will be looking for some songs for the album so be ready. Have a nice day.
I throw my phone, and continue to sob tugging at my hair.
Gosh I just need to suck it up.
I get up wiping my tears, and check the schedule.
Great we are recording at 10-4 tomorrow, so I have to see them no matter what.
I walk over to my desk and pull out my laptop so I can get some work done, I have to stay on top of my school.

After awhile I get tired I need to get some sleep, doing school and singing is going to be hard and take a toll on my sleeping but I'm willing to risk it.

I go take a shower and brush my teeth.
I only sleep in boxers, so I don't need to get into pajamas.
I set my alarms for 8.
And slowly drift off to sleep.

Recording day tomorrow!!