Bad Idea (Hariana)

008. WHY'D YOU HAVE TO BE SO CUTE?

HARRY

THE next morning, Blair left my house early to go to the studio with her three best friends, Mikey, Victoria, and Troye.

It was strange having someone sleep in my bed after being alone for so long. It filled a sort of void that I had, in a way. The thought that Blair was next to me was comforting, in a strange and dysfunctional manner. I liked the idea of her staying in my house, being with me for most of the day.

I told Blair I would join her at the studio at a later time because I had intentions of finally meeting her friends. I figured I would bring my manager as well because Blair had brought up wanting to meet him.

I had lyrics that had been rattling around in my brain ever since I met Blair, and I needed to get them out somehow.

I imagined the song as a fast rock song, but who knows if it would even end up staying like that. I was having a bit of difficulty writing my solo debut album, mostly because I wanted to live up to the high expectations everyone held for me.

I promised myself I wouldn't make another cookie-cutter pop album, and that I would make an album that I enjoyed listening to. I had inspirations from Fleetwood Mac and other rock-type songs, and I was pretty sure that is the type of sound I wanted to use for my album.

Having so much creative freedom was refreshing, yet terrifying. Part of me missed being told what to do in every aspect of my life because that was what I was used to and what felt comfortable.

I now felt an immense amount of pressure to outdo the other boys, in a way. Although it wasn't a competition, I had people from all different places telling me 'do this, Harry!' or 'don't do that! it sounds like something Niall would do'.

I hadn't spoken to the other guys since our announced hiatus, and I honestly had no intentions of speaking to them. I wanted to focus on my new music and re-inventing my teen heartthrob image. And Blair. God, I couldn't get her out of my mind.

I knew that I shouldn't let her consume my thoughts, as I was busy enough, but I just did not hold that sort of willpower. She was such a fiery person, and I'd never met anyone quite like her before. She was like a tiny little spark, but also one that could start an entire blazing fire.

I finally stopped all of my thoughts and rolled out of bed, letting the freezing air fly towards my body. I walked cautiously to the bathroom, careful not to step on any of Blair's items that were strewn across my bedroom.

We went to Victoria's apartment to collect her belongings while she wasn't there, and my god did that woman own a lot of stuff. I told Blair she could stay with me for as long as she'd like, or until she wanted to leave.

I slid her Dior bag to the left with my toe and stepped into the bathroom, the one area that was clear of Blair's belongings.

I washed my face and brushed my teeth quickly, eager to get over to the studio. Millions of thoughts crossed my mind as I got ready. It almost felt like I was getting ready for a date, dare I say. The nerves crept up and out of my body, and I noticed my palms were sweating a little extra. Was I fucking nervous to see Blair? I had no reason to be.

I shook my head and walked out of the bathroom, throwing on my clothes for the day. I made my way out of my bedroom and into the living room, not bothering to eat breakfast. I quickly called my manager, Jeff Azoff, and agreed to meet him at the studio around noon.