I live for you
I long for you
Olivia.
His eyes stare into mine while I write the lyrics down for him. Those words still taunt me in my sleep.
*Story contains mature content and will have swearing as well*
I look through my song book as I flip through the hundreds of lyrics that spilled across the paper. The lads were going to be here soon and I needed to be prepared. Working for Modest as the main songwriter for the label was exhausting, but meeting all the artists was worth it. I know my mum and dad didn't exactly foresee this future for me but I loved songwriting ever since I was a kid, it was very therapeutic.
I jump up as a knock on the door startles me as Julian Bunetta walks in with a grin on his face, "Morning Ms. Wilson! How are you feeling today?"
I smile sheepishly and shrug, "I'm okay! And remember you can call me Olivia"
"Well Olivia, the boys will be here soon and they're a bit tired from the interviews so we'll try not to push too hard today but we will be working more in the next few months", He smiles and turns his head as the five boys walk in.
"Well speak of the devil! Guys today is an easy day, no recording just song ideas and writing", Julian nods towards me and walks out of the door to head to his own room. He always makes us write in a hotel room which isn't that awful but it's quite claustrophobic for me.
This is my first time actually working in the same room as the guys but I have sold songs to them before. Personally I only really knew Niall because he tended to help me on the other albums whenever I had writers block. But even besides that it was still new for me to hang out with them constantly. But I guess I'll have to get used to that.
"Hello Olivia!", A cheery voice interrupts my thoughts as I jump slightly and smile when my eyes focus on the one and only Niall Horan in front of me. He opens his arms to embrace me and I lean in and wrap my arms around him shyly.
"How are you mate? I haven't seen you since your 20th birthday!", I jokingly pull back and punch his arm lightly. He pulls away from me and rubs his arm pretending as if it hurt.
"Awe what you do that for! Not my fault you can never text me first", He laughs and I smile. His laugh is probably one of the most contagious things ever.
Someone clears their throat behind us and I turn to face a pair of green eyes staring into mine, "Hello Ms. Wilson"
I feel my face turn red as I see Harry Styles with a huge smile on his face. He laughs at the look on my face and holds his hand out.
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I shake his hand flustered, and I swear my heart feels like it's beating so fast that I may pass out and go into cardiac arrest. He's a real charmer and one hell of a singer but I know that our relationship is purely professional.
"Hello Mr. Styles", I clear my throat and Niall stifles a chuckle from behind me and I resist the feeling of hitting him over his head.
"You can call me Harry, Darling", He runs his fingers through his curls and shakes his head with a grin. "No need to be so professional you're our friend!"
