---

"So, Addie," Louis started, looking at her with a friendly smile. "Know any songs of ours?"

They were seated on two stools in front of two mics, one for each of them, in a booth. A glass window was in front of them, two chairs in that side of the room and the rest of the recording stuff. The walls were painted sky blue while the floors were carpeted navy blue. There were paintings hanged on the wall as decorations, giving the place a friendlier feeling.

"Not really," Addie shrugged. "I'm not much of a fan of you guys."

Louis studied her for a moment. "Know any song?"

"I don't really like famous songs, nor famous artists. I stick to Indie and Rock bands, if that's what you're asking."

"Well, you must know the Beatles, am I right?" Louis offered another smile.

Addie grinned. "Of course,"

"There we are, then!" Louis clapped his hands together. He called for Harry who was at the other side of the room texting. "Haz!"

Harry looked up and raised an eyebrow.

"So the mics are on," Addie nodded.

"And they're recording at the moment." Harry spoke as he entered the booth. He looked at Louis with an expecting look. "What?"

"Jam with us!" Louis begged, jumping up and down in front of Harry.

His eyes went to Addie and thought for a moment. "Nah,"

Louis let out a pout. "Please,"

Harry grimaced for a moment. "But I don't, want to."

"Come on, Haz," Louis tugged on Harry's arm. "Please,"

"Damn it, fine," Harry muttered and shot a glare at Addie before picking up a guitar in the corner of the room.

Louis went out of the booth for a moment and pressed a button on one of the recording supplies and pressed something also on a camera placed in front of Harry and Addie. "I'm posting this whether the two of you like it or not."

Harry opened his mouth to argue but shut it back when Louis looked at him sternly.
Louis smirked and went to the door, but didn't come in the booth. A click was produced and that's when Addie realized that he locked the door.

"Really?" Addie raised her eyebrows.

"Yes," Louis nodded. "Now you two go on and I'll be sleeping."

"Any song suggestions?" Harry asked, looking down at the guitar to tune the instrument.

Addie shrugged. "They might be songs you don't know--my music taste can get pretty underground."

"No problem with that," Harry smirked.

"If you say so," Addie exhaled. "Do you know All Time Low?"

"I see them very often on MTV," Harry nodded slowly. "And their lead singer got hate from our fandom."

"Yeah, I remember that," Addie chuckled. "Know their songs?"

"Um, I know 'Dear Maria,' 'I Feel Like Dancing,' and 'Time Bomb.'" Harry recited.

Addie smiled. "I really need to teach you what good music is."

Harry rolled his eyes playfully. "Someday, maybe."

"Alright, the best song you know by them would be Dear Maria." Addie nodded. She got a piece of paper from the side and scribbled something. "Here are the chords."

"You memorize them?"

"I love Dear Maria as much as I love food." Addie stated.

---

Three songs later, Harry was genuinely enjoying himself, and so was Addie.

Addie had taught Harry different kinds of songs from different genres and the two experimented, vocal arranging the songs and changing pitches.

"Sucks that Lou didn't join us," Addie said after Harry strummed the last chord of A Rocket To The Moon's 'Whole Lotta You.'

Harry nodded in agreement. "How did he even fall asleep with us laughing so hard when we were trying to make a parody of Love Story?"

The two chuckled at the memory, Addie watching the sleeping figure of Louis in the other side of the glass window. "He's something, alright,"

"Lou?" Harry called hopelessly into the mic. "Lad? Are you planning to let us out any soon?"

Louis didn't move a single muscle, his snores the only thing ensuring Harry and Addie that he was still alive.

"I know what to do," Addie smirked, walking to the drum set.

---

Addie and Charlie sat in the living room's couch in a comfortable silence as Charlie played with Addie's hair.

"When do you reckon we'll able to leave?" Charlie asked quietly, keeping his eyes on the brown locks resting on his hand.

"Addie merely shrugged, exhaling a long breath. "I don't know, Charles."

Charlie pursed his lips and let go of Addie's hair then rested his back against the couch. "Sam seems to be enjoying herself, though."

Addie raised her eyebrows at him in question, shifting in position to look at her best friend. "What do you mean?"

"You really are horrible when it comes to noticing affection, huh?" Charlie smirked. "She and Niall obviously have a thing going on."

Addie paused, thinking about it. "I don't see it."

Charlie chuckled. "They do, Ads. And so does Harry for you,"

"As if," Addie scoffed. "He throws death glares at me."

"That's because you get his hopes up then turn him down right away." Charlie explained patiently.

"I only do that because he suddenly turns cold to me." Addie frowned.

Charlie smiled softly. "Give him a chance, he seems nice. Plus, you obviously fancy him as well."

"I do not," Addie said defensively.

"Sure you do,"

"No,"

"Yes,"

"No,"

"Yes,"

"Is it that obvious?" Addie gave up, looking at Charlie.

He merely smirked at her. "Yes, kid, I'm your best friend. Of course it is,"

---

Notes

Yes, I like bands and don't listen to One Direction. No, Addie is not based on me or is me--my life is boring and if I wrote a story about a girl who's basically me, no one would be interested in it. It's just that, every story a writer writes has that little part of them in it.