Last First Kiss [H.S.]

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May 9, 2013
Stockholm, Sweden

Stockholm was full of tourists. None of us went out as it wasn't even close to being safe. Harry and I woke up late today considering we spent the whole night watching Friends. We decided to go to the poolside for some food since we needed to get out of the boring hotel room.

"So, Louis, Liam and I are writing tonight..." Harry mentioned. I look at him, the sun reflecting off of his golden skin. His eyes are covered by plain black ray bans but I can feel the piercing gaze on me. Murmurs are heard around us but my full attention is on the boy standing next to me.

"Oh?" I say not knowing why he mentioned it. I run my hand through hair, feeling how sticky it is against my hot skin. He fidgets almost nervously and clears his throat. "I wanted to know if you'd come.. You know, to write with us" He states, waiting for my response. I ponder over it, not exactly sure if it's a good idea. I'd feel intrusive if I went. I know Harry and the boys would love to have me there but I would still feel like I'm invading on their career somehow. The silence made me realize he's still waiting for a response and I sigh quietly, knowing I won't win if I deny the request.

"I'll go, as long as it's really ok for me to go. I really don't want to intrude" I warn. He smiles and nods triumphantly. He reassures that I won't be intruding and that my help is always welcomed by everyone. Even if I was wary about it, I knew I'd end up going anyways because I happen to have a song in mind to show them. I won't be using the song for myself so I might as well give it to someone who would want it and make use of.

Night time finally came to life in a matter of hours. The pink and orange colors fading into a deep blue almost black color. Jewels shining in the sky as stars, illuminating it as much as possible. The darkness had an innocence to it. It was almost like it seemed scary, but was completely harmless. The sun was gone but the warmth that it created stayed for the night. A light breeze could be noticed by trees moving slightly.

Harry and I find ourselves in Liam's hotel room, sitting around while we wait for Julian to come. Louis and Liam were excited to have me join them for another session. They said I have great ideas and they have been stuck for a while. Their reassurance made me feel better being there. I don't feel like I'm invading on their album or anything anymore. I feel welcomed.

"Julian should be here any second" Liam says, looking at his wrist watch. I lay my self on the couch, my head laying on Louis' lap and my legs sprawled across Harry's. Harry runs his hands up and down my exposed legs, massaging it lightly, while Louis plays with my loose hair. Liam sits in the love seat next to us, leaving the desk chair for Julian. Julian must have already set up before we got here. There was mattresses stood up to create a makeshift recording booth, mic stands right behind it. A sound board connected to the wall with headphones lying on it. A knock at the door causes Liam to rise from his seat and open it. A smiling Julian walks up, beaming at the four of us.

"Well hello boys, Em. Great to see that you're here actually" He says to me. I look at him in slight shock but compose myself before anyone can notice. Julian takes a seat and takes out a journal with all his notes. He immediately gets to work, listing the things they have already done for the album, how many songs they plan to achieve, and song ideas he thought could be good.

"Do any of you have something done?" He asks them. The boys all look at each other, slightly cringing at the fact they don't really have anything. The silence grows and I notice four pairs of eyes on me. I sit up from my position, Louis whining from the loss of hair he apparently liked playing with. Looking around, I sigh and grab my journal from the table. I open it up to the last page I wrote something, and bit my lip. The song does sound like something they could sing. It's something they can definitely work with and it's already done for them to sing in their point of views.