The Recording Studio (A Harry Styles Love Story)

I Just Wanted To Wish You Luck

(Jenna's Point Of View)

I walked into my dressing room to see all the girls sitting on the couch, on there iPhones.

"Hey Jenna." Summer said, setting up her make up in front of the mirror.

"Hola senorita." I said in a sexy spanish accent.

"You speak spanish?"

"Yeah. I took it with Julia." I said.

"Really? You sound very seductive when you say it." She winked. Oh jeez.

"Your so weird."

"Come sit. Your up first." She patted the chair in front of her. I walked over and sat in the black chair. Summer started to take strands of my hair and curled them.

"So are you girls all taken?" She curled the last bottom strand of hair.

"Not Heather or Emily." I said.

She seemed surprised. "Still?"

"Still." Emily sighed.

"Niall has not made you two official yet? I mean aren't you two constantly flirting, texting, and talking?" Summer asked.

"Yes! And he wont ask me out!" She yelled.

"Shush. He might hear you." Julia said.

"Let him! I want him to know how I feel!" She continued to yell.

"How do you feel?" A males voice was now in the room. I tried to look up but Summer made me keep my head down.

"I like you. A lot. Thats how I feel." Emily said. So it must be Niall. Talk about bad timing.

"You don't act like it." He said. Oh god. Here we go.

(Emily's Point Of View)

"How the hell do I not act like it?" I snapped at Niall who happened to walk in during our conversation about him. I mean it was obvious I liked him. All we dois text smiley faces, hearts and we talk about everything we like about each other.

"You never told me." He said.

"I thought it was obvious."

"It was." Jenna coughed. I glared at her but she didn't notice because her head was down while Summer curled her hair.

"I didn't notice." Niall said. I rolled my eyes.

"Well until your figure out the signs, I will not be texting you." I said, walking into the bathroom and slamming the door behind me. I might have overreacted a tiny bit. Or not.

(Niall's Point Of View)

I just had my first fight with Emily. We fought about the most stupidest thing in the world. I didn't notice that she liked me so she is punishing me. I have to find out the "signs" of her liking me or she wont text me. That is so unfair. Its not my fault. I don't understand woman.

"Its okay Nialler." Julia patted my back.

"You can leave now!" Emily screamed through the bathroom door.

"Fine! I will!" I walked out of there dressing room, slamming the door behind me and went next door to our dressing room. Our stylist Lou was doing Harrys hair which was no point because he just moves it afterwards which drives Lou crazy. I stomped my way through the dressing room, sitting on the the couch next to Liam. The boys all looked at me, like they knew something was wrong and I know they are going to try to get it out of me.

"You alright lad?" Liam asked.

"Fine." I crossed my arms.

"Thats such a lie." Zayn said.