Chapter Nine

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Harry glanced at his watch and saw that only one minute had passed. His stomach turned nervously as he shifted in his chair and thought to his date with Sarah tonight. He was in meetings all day with the boys in his band. They had management meetings every few days to see how the writing process was going with the upcoming album.  He couldn’t concentrate, but kept a smile on his face as he pretended to listen to the woman at the front of the room.

“So, we are looking for a Christmas release. Something special for the fans, ya know?”  the dark haired woman said to the group sitting at the conference able in front of them.

“I think that’s a great plan. But, is it possible? That’s only three months away.”  Niall Horan, a band-mate of Harry’s, spoke up and looked for back up from his friends.

“I agree. I don’t know if that is fair to all those involved.” Louis Tomlinson leaned forward and glanced at the man sitting at the head of the table.

“Well, it’ll have to work. We have a deadline for you boys and I want to see if we can push ourselves to get this done for Christmas,” the man said as he pointed towards the white-board at the front of the room.

The board had a projected image of a timeline for the next three months; writing process, recording the album, release date, interviews, and finally the start of a tour.  Harry looked at the white-board and sighed as it looked like the next year of his life was planned out for him.  It worked well when he was younger, but now that he’s a bit older, he’d like more freedom, more normalcy, more of the ability to decide his own life, rather than taking a calendar from a woman at a meeting.

Niall and Louis glanced towards Harry, who was off in a trance.  “Styles, you have any input in this?”  Niall laughed.

“Oh, sorry. Yeah, I think it looks good.”  The boys laughed, as they knew Harry wasn’t paying any attention.

“Ok, well we have the Harry Styles stamp of approval for a bathroom break, so let’s meet back here in 10.”  The man at the head of the table laughed, as the group stood up.

“Sorry lads. I have a lot on my mind.”  Harry apologized.

“What’s her name?”  Zayn asked softly, as he jumped on Harry’s shoulders and tousled his hair.

 The boys laughed and Harry smiled.

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