Scandal | H.S.

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟖

Harry Styles | April 9, 2017

It was an angel
I really saw an angel

Open up your eyes, shut your mouth and see
That I'm still the only one
who's been in love with me
I'm just happy getting you stuck
in between my teeth
And there's nothing I can do about it

Broke a finger knocking on your bedroom door
I got splinters in my knuckles
crawling across the floor
Couldn't take you home to mother
in a skirt that short
But I think that's what I like about it

She's an angel
Only angel
She's an angel
My only angel

I must admit I thought I'd like to make you mine
As I went about my business through
the warning signs
End up meeting in the hallway every single time
And there's nothing we can do about it

Told it to her father and she told it to me
That she's gonna be angel, just you wait and see
When it turns out she's a devil in between the sheets
And there's nothing she can do about it

Hey, hey
She's an angel
Only angel
She's an angel
My only angel
She's an angel
Only angel
She's an angel
My only angel

Wanna die, wanna die, wanna die tonight
Wanna die, wanna die, wanna die tonight
Wanna die, wanna die, wanna die tonight

She's an angel
Only angel
She's an angel
My only angel
She's an angel
Only angel
She's an angel
My-my-my only angel

    I finish recording, I look up to see Mitch with his thumbs up, Kid smiling and Jeff smirking. It was a month after Kenna visited the studio, it took me quite a while to record this song, mainly because it also took me a while to finish writing it. After Kenna visited the first time, she dropped by a few times after as well, saying the atmosphere motivated her enough to write songs, and she did, but she didn't want to show me, claiming she wanted to "save it for our writing lessons" whatever that means.

    I decided to record the song without Kenna in the room. Mainly because I told her I wanted my album to be a surprise, but also because I don't want her to know that the song is about her. She is going to find out about Carolina, but I'd rather her know Only Angel was for Camille, and not her. Why? I don't know.

    I've known Kenna for a week at most, but I feel like I've known her my whole life. Granted we did spend a night together, but she's alluring. Something that I don't find with most women.

    "So," Kid speaks up through the microphone, "Camille, or Kenna?"

    Another thing was that Camille and I have been hanging out quite often these days, if I'm not at the Beachwood with Kenna, or here at the studio, I was with Camille.

    I throw up my middle finger to the three of them, and they just ended up laughing.

    "You fucker." I say and laugh as well. I exit the recording booth, and grabbed my phone. My brows furrow in confusion as I see a text from Camille.