The area we were sat in had red walls a few shades darker than an apple. A tan leather couch was at one end of the room near a table filled with snacks to the boys liking, meaning chips, candy, water, and assorted fruits. A dark leather couch was on the opposite side of the room where Harry was lounging across. It was positioned adjacent to a large circular table where Liam and Niall sat discussing different verses and beats with a couple of men who helped write their songs. Everywhere people were giving ideas on how certain lines should be sung, who should sing what, and sometimes the boys would throw in a line themselves. Every so often, one of them would be cycled through the sound booth to try out a verse or get a concrete recording. However, for most of the hour, Harry remained sprawled on the couch with a little book in front of him and a pen between his fingers.

"Psst! Ally!" Harry whispered from across the room. Slowly, I glanced up from my phone to look at him. His big eyes peeked out from underneath his unruly curls as he looked at me. By the look of his curls you would have sworn he had just gone to war. His fingers were constantly running through them, tugging at the roots whenever he messed up. "Come here!" He whined, jutting out his bottom lip.

With a sigh, I moved from one couch to the other. Harry scooted onto the other cushion to give me some room. He sat patiently, with his hands folded on top of his little book, watching me. Not knowing what else to do, I broke out in laughter and lunged to mess up his hair even more.

"What are you doing silly boy?!" I wondered. Harry slung his arms around my waist as I attacked, laughing in his own deep laugh.

"I need inspiration! Inspire me oh great one!" He teased, releasing me to sit back on my cushion. His hands went back to where they were before and his eyes focused in on mine. Harry couldn't keep the smirk off his face as he just waited for something about me to trigger some sort of inspiration for a song. I tucked my hair behind my ears, feeling a bit self conscious under his gaze, only for him to let my hair fall back into my eyes.

"You are a dork. You know that right?" I muttered with a smile, keeping my eyes averted from his. Harry chuckled lowly to himself. Out of the corner of my eye I could see him reopening his book and lightly scribbling something on the page. "Can I see what you have so far?" Harry looked up from his work. His hand momentarily shielded my view from the writing, but began to slowly slide to the side. His bottom lip began to wobble, a trait I noticed he typically does when he is nervous. The last thing I wanted was to make him do something he didn't want to. I was about to tell him he didn't have to show me when the little leather-back book was suddenly in my hands. "Are your sure?" I asked cautiously. Harry nodded his head eagerly, so with a deep breath, I looked down at his words.

THEY DON'T KNOW ABOUT US was written in his neat penmanship across the top of the page. Beneath were unfinished lyrics. "Every kiss it gets a little sweeter. It’s getting better, keeps getting better all the time", "They don’t know about the up all nights,they don’t know I've waited all my life", "if they only knew", "They don't know the things we do" all dotted the page in various areas. He had some lyrics, but not a full song. At the bottom of the page he had written some short notes reading "feels right", "people talk", and "tell the world". Then I noticed there was some writing over in the margin, something he had just written only moments before. "I don't wanna wait any longer". My mind racked it self for any meaning those words could have. It immediately flashed to last night when I thought I heard Harry say he loved me, but that could have always been a dream. Reluctantly, I handed Harry back his journal. His green eyes watched me hesitantly, trying to gage my reaction.

"It was very pretty!" I told him with a reassuring smile. Harry let out a massive sigh he must have been holding in the entire time.

"It still has a lot of work. Louis and I actually came up with the concept. I don't know if we'll meet with the writers today, but this song will definitely make the album." He told me proudly. With a smile, I took my hands and placed them on both sides of his head, squishing his face together.

"You better keep writing if you want it ready for this album." I said. Harry stuck his tongue out of his squished up mouth and swiped it against my palm. "Ew Harry!" I cried, releasing his face from between my hands and wiping my wet palm on his shoulder.

"I'm just going to write a song based on your strange relationship." Niall muttered from the table next to us. Liam snickered beside him along with the writers. Just then, Louis strolled in and plopped himself on the couch directly between Harry and I. As soon as he relaxed into the cushions, he let out an exasperated sigh.

"You okay there, boo?" Harry asked while pushing back some of Louis' fringe and softly laughing.

"Over Again was killing me. Your verse was so fast, I kept forgetting to cut in! I love the song, but damn!" He said before turning to me. "It's a lovely track. Harold! You should sing your verse!"

"Louis, I don't know," Harry replied hesitantly.

"You sing a fast verse?" I wondered. "You were able to talk fast!" Harry grabbed the pillow on his left and tossed it over Louis in my direction.

"That's what I said! It actually is a nice verse though." Louis assured me. The curiosity was now killing me. I wanted to hear Harry sing something I've never heard, something no one has ever heard. I looked over at the curly haired boy, flashing him my best puppy dog look.

"Harry, can I please hear the verse?" I pouted. Harry's green eyes stared at me for the longest time before he let out a reluctant sigh.

"Fine," he said. Harry sat up a bit straighter on the couch and closed his eyes. "Can we take the same road, two days in the same clothes and I know just what she'll say if I could make all this pain go. Can we stop this for a minute? You know, I can tell that your heart isn't in it or with it."

"BRAVO HAZ!" Louis cheered, standing up from the sofa and bursting into a round of applause. Liam and Niall joined in too. He sounded incredible. It was very different from the sound of the first album. Harry watched me with the same nervous expression he had when I read They Don't Know About Us. His eyes watched me carefully and his lips remained in a thin line.

"Harry, that was incredible." I praised. "Now we know he can talk fast!" All of the boys around us burst into laughter. Another pillow flew at me from Harry's directions, but Louis was quick to intercept. He gathered the pillow in his palm before slamming it into Harry's stomach with a loud 'HA'.
"How much longer do we have here? Am I going to get abused the whole time?" Harry whined.

"Quit pouting princess," Louis said, "just because you can't show PDA with your girlfriend and she loves me more than you doesn't mean this isn't a grand old time."

Instantly, Harry's whole body stiffened as Louis spoke. The color paled from his face as quickly as Louis was able to get the words out. Harry's lips parted ever so slightly as if he was about to say something, but lost the words on his tongue. An eerie silence fell over the studio. It was as if everyone was in on something I didn't know about. Harry's lower lip began to wobble much like it did earlier today. He was nervous.....

"Haz, Zayn just text me. They need you down at the sound booth." Liam finally said, breaking the silence. His mobile was placed firmly in his hand though I didn't see the screen lit at all. Harry mumbled an 'okay' before silently getting up from the couch and disappearing down the hall towards Zayn. Once again, we were left in silence.

"Ally, wanna come help us write some lyrics?" Niall suggested after a few beats of nothingness. Absentmindedly, I nodded and joined him and Liam at the table where countless pages of paper were scribbled on with words that had the potential to become their album. Still, the entire time, I couldn't help but wonder just what had gotten into the curly haired boy that had just become a living definition of a zombie. Something about his behavior confirmed that the conversation between the boys last night was not just in my head.

Notes

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