Living In The Lights

Jazzie- a big pop star- has to choose between the British flirt, Harry Styles-known for being a player; and the Irish and adorable, Niall Horan- known for having quite the potty mouth. And maybe another member of the band that's crushing on her. She contemplates choosing neither of them, but once her double-crush is out in the open, she has no choice, but to choose.


10. Uh, Oh

~~The next day~~
Jazzie's POV.
I woke up to CeCe calling me. I looked at the clock, "6:30? Uhh!" After I answered my phone, all I could hear was screaming. "What did you do?! How could you be such a fool?" And all that. "CeCe, calm down. What are you talking about?" I got out of bed, and went into the kitchen. I poured some orange juice into a cup, while CeCe was attempting to calm down. "Check your phone. I e-mailed you a link. Click on it and then explain it." She said this in a very calm voice. I did what she said, and once I saw the picture, I did a spit take. Orange juice went everywhere. Before me, I saw pictures of me and Harry at the beach yesterday. It showed us running around, him hugging me from behind, and last, but not least, him on top of me, with both of us smiling. Shoot, I am dead. "Uh, I really don't know how to explain this, CeCe... Except, it's not what it looks like- we were just messing around; he's my friend, that's all" I had no idea what kind of trouble I would get into now. "Well, this is not the kind of publicity you two need right now. We'll talk about this at the studio, goodbye." Oh, gosh. I was gonna get it big time.
Harry's POV.
I had another dream last night; and it was awful. When I woke up I went on twitter and saw a lot of stuff about Jazzie. They were calling her a slut and all that. I had no idea what they were talking about, until I saw the pictures. Uh, oh. That's not good. It looked really bad, but, maybe, now she would realize that she liked me. I mean, pictures don't lie- well, unless they're taken out of context- but these weren't. She was enjoying it, and everyone knew it.
Niall's POV.
I saw all of the pictures of Jazzie and Harry. I got a little jealous, I mean, she looked so happy, and... No, I have to stay confident. She fancied me, at least a little bit; I was not going to ruin that by being a bitter mess.
Jazzie's POV.
I made my way over to the studio with Dave, again, and got there really early. I didn't want the boys to witness my murder. But, surprisingly, CeCe didn't seem that mad. Well, she kinda ignored me, she shooed me away to work on the song. Well, I guess I'll be writing it by myself then. But when I got to my favorite room- with all the instruments- Niall was there, with his guitar, singing a song. "When he opens his arms and holds you close tonight, it just won't feel right, cause I can love you more than this, yeah. When he lays you down, I might just die inside, it just don't feel right, cause I can love you more than this, can love you more than this." I just stood there. He was beautiful, his voice was perfect and I really wanted to hear more. He stopped singing when he saw me standing there- quick, say something! "Hey" I went and sat on the couch next to him. "Hey" he said back to me. He looked embarrassed- I don't know why he would be, he was amazing. "So, since you're here," I started, "do you think you could help me with the song?" He smiled, "Of course, I'd love to." Yay! We went over to the piano and I played the tune I thought would go well with the lyrics I started. We sang together and it sounded beautiful. I never thought two voices could sound so perfect together; but ours did.
Niall's POV.
I got to the studio early, so I could get some peace and quiet. I brought me guitar, too. When I got there, I went to Jazzie's favorite room. I started playing the chorus to More Than This, and I was really getting into it. I stopped singing when I noticed Jazzie standing by the door. It was sorta embarrassing, I hope she didn't realize I was singing that for her. After she said hey to me, she wanted me to help her write the song. On the inside, I was jumping up and down like a little boy. But on the outside, I said, "Of course, I'd love to." Not too eager, not too careless; nice. Our voices sounded amazing together, and I could tell Jazzie thought so too. She's so beautiful. After we finished the song, I looked deep into her eyes. I leaned in- and so did she. When our lips met, there were fireworks. I knew she was meant for me.
Harry's POV.
When I got to the studio, I went straight to the room with all the instruments. I opened the door and saw Jazzie- with Niall- they were kissing. I ran out of there as quickly as I could, and took a walk down the street. A bunch of fans ran up to me and asked for pictures and my autograph. I wasn't in the mood, but I can't let my fans down. "Hey, Harry! What's going on with you and Jazzie? Are you guys together? How long have you been dating?" An overly excited fan kept asking these questions. "Uh, no, we're not together. We never were, and we never will be." It broke my heart to say that, but it was true, and it killed me.

~~a few hours later~~
Jazzie's POV.
For a while, Niall and I talked and we really bonded. He was a really nice guy; but I couldn't stop thinking about Harry. I don't know; there's something about him. All of the boys came to the studio, except for Harry, I wonder why? I really needed to talk to him. Niall and I told the boys that we finished the song, and we sang it for them; they loved it. I asked them about Harry, and they had no idea where he was. Louis called him; no answer. I wonder what's wrong with him...?
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