Harry Styles Imagines

it all started with olivia

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december 2014, london

— IT WAS A  normal house the one I stood in front of. Who would've thought that right here, songs are written. Hearts are open and lips sing.

I rang the bell and nervously looked around. Absolutely ordinary, which is so bloody scary. Bushes, flowers and if you tilted your head to the left you could even spot a corner of a swimming pool.

Before I could look further, the small screen by the door suddenly turned up, making me stupidly flinch.
"Name?", an unknown voice said.
"Olivia Mason.", I nervously said, picking my nails.

"Olivia! Welcome, girl!", the same voice exclaimed, but with a cheerful tone.
I sighed as I heard the voice and shook my head. The cherry coloured door opened and I stepped in.

I immediately spotted the guy that was behind that little theatre.
"Niall, I swear to God.", I looked at him with a playful smile.
"Oh c'mon! It was fun!", the blonde man laughed pointing at my face.
"C'mon in, Ollie.", he hugged me and patted my back, soon taking my coat and bag.
"Thank you.", after thanking him, we walked towards what I assumed was the living room.

"What's up with the location?", I asked as we walked.
"The fans found us. We love 'em and everything, but sometimes it's not safe, you know?", his words made me nod.
We were finally in the living room and as soon as I took a step inside, the men in the room cheered.

"Hello, boys.", I waved at them and sighed at their boyish acts. All of them were playing some videogame with a console.
"You should've seen her face! It was priceless!", Niall brought up the scene. I slapped his arm, making him laugh once again.

"It was so not funny!", I exclaimed and looked around not finding a person.
"Where's Zayn?", I asked and sat on the couch beside theirs.
"Fillin' some papers.", Louis responded, before hitting and yelling at Liam for messing his goal.

I raised my eyebrows at the response and lightly shook my head. My eyes found Harry, who was entertaining himself with his phone. Niall quickly joined the other boys, while I also looked through some apps on my phone. It briefly vibrated, signalling a notification and to my surprise it was from the man that sat in front of me.

A small smile played on my lips at the gesture and my finger quickly pressed on the message.

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I want to let you hear something.

New song?

I can almost, almost hear the tone you're using.

Why not later, though?

Because later, we'll have to write other songs. This one is really good. I promise.

Fine. Won't the boys mind?

They agreed on letting you listen to this.

K.

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I stood up from my place and looked at Harry who quickly locked his phone and looked at me.
"She's gonna listen to it.", Harry told the boys, whose answer I didn't quite get because everybody yelled together.

"That good? The song, I mean.", I said as we were walking up the stairs. He looked at me quickly and looked back at the stairs. "You're the judge."