look at me | wroetoshaw

Chapter 3

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"Harry!" I called out, ready to leave to go to the studio one last time.

I hear a small grunt back, so I assumed he could hear me. "I'm going out to the studio one more time...I probably won't be too long...maybe an hour? Two hours top?"

He came running out from the bedroom, his shirt half on, half off. He looked slightly out of breath. "Gimme a quick kiss goodbye then," he grinned, puckering his lips.

I complied, tenderly pressing my lips against his before pulling back. "What the hell are you doing in there? You look like you're sweating?"

"I'm packing! The wardrobe is very stuffy and I'm trying to figure out what fits...a lot changes in a year and a half! I've gotten fat!"

"Chubby, not fat. And fat isn't a negative word. You're cute the way you are," I wink, ruffling his hair before opening the door. "You want me to pick anything up from town?"

He shook his head. "We're pretty much all stocked up on food, and we're leaving soon anyways. I think we're good. Have a good last day!"

"I will. See you later, I love you!" I said to him, before shutting the door and making my way into the elevator. This would be the penultimate time seeing Fred, the driver.

The thought of it made me lowkey sad...I liked seeing him a couple times a week, and I was sure he liked seeing me too.

He was waiting in his car, like usual. I tapped on the window, getting his attention and seeing his face light up.

"Fred! Good morning, how are you?" I asked, climbing into the front seat as we started conversing about our days.

Our conversation continued up until the car stalled and I noticed we were at the studio again.

"I'll see you in a bit!" I told him, before stepping out and making my way into the building. I had barely made it in before I was attacked by Andrea, who was nearly crushing me with a hug.

"Sophie! I can't believe this is the last time I'm going to be seeing you!"

"Hey! You're always more than welcome to come back down to London...you know that! And who knows, maybe I'll come up to Manchester to see you all again!" I corrected her, the two of us making our way down to the studio I had recorded all of my music in.

I could already hear a general chatter from the studio...surely they hadn't-

They had.

Absolutely everyone that had been involved in recording and producing my album was in the studio. Not just Kyle, Joe, and Andy, but Caroline and her assistants, the people who brought us coffee everyday, the receptionist at the studio I passed every day, even Fred was here! In total there were about twenty five people in this studio...

"Oh my God! Guys!" I spoke, choking up slightly. This was emotional for me...my first proper album was finished, meaning my contract was finished...I wasn't even sure I was ever going to be coming back.

"She looks like she's going to cry! Someone give her a hug!" I heard Kyle joke, and I flipped him off, but still happily accepting a hug from Joe, the main producer on my album.

"Kyle said I could be the one to give you this," he announced, catching me in surprise, handing me a wrapped item.

I looked up at him. "Is this what I think it is?" I ask him in a whisper, delicately tracing my finger along the edge of the item.