the next morning i woke up and could smell cinnamon buns downstairs. before i could, i put on my navy blue tank top, patchwork jean shorts, and put my hair in a ponytail, then quickly ran down the stairs and scarfed down my cinnamon bun. after, my dad had returned from getting the mail and we drove off in his van to the studio.
"are you exited sweetheart?" asked Dad.
"yes, yes i am. " i said, trying to keep calm. once we got there, Lou was outside holding a sign that said; i shall be your tourguide, Mr. and Miss Jones.
"lou? are you sure we need a tour?" i asked.
"well, why not? they boys are still having breakfast and need to drive here. we have a whole 1/2 hour to spare! lets start!" replied Lou, in his hilarious serious guy voice.
"this is the door, and when we open the door, we enter the grand hallway. once in the hallway, you can see the lovely.....erm, old brown floor."
"Lou? are you going to show every aspect of this studio?" i asked.
"yes, Izz. yes i am.....now, we are on the stairs that i dropped an apple onto a year ago."
"facinating!" i said sarcastically.
"now, we reach the end of our tour as we enter......the high-tech recording studio where all the magic happens!"
"now that's what i'm talking about!" i cried. *knock knock*
"hello? Lou? are ya in there?" i could recognize that Irish accent anywhere, it was Niall!
"come in!" dad shouted. all the boys entered, and we sat down, discussing on a new song, for the bonus tracks of their second album, "Take Me Home". i just sat alone on a loveseat couch, scribbling lyrics i thought of, into my notebook. it's not like i'll ever need them.
"am i asleep am i awake or somewhere inbetween? i can't believe that you are here and lying next to me. or did i dream that we were perfectly in twine? like branches on a tree of twigs caught on a vine." i slowly and quietly sang under my breath. ugh. they heard me, now they're going to ask me what i was singing.
"love? do you want to say something? we heard you talking to yourself and weren't sure if you wanted to share or not." said Zayn, approaching me.
"well,erm...i....i wrote a song, but i'm not sure you guys would like it." then, Niall passed me his guitar, and said;
"can you sing what you've got?"
"sure, Am I sleep am I awake or somewhere in between I can’t believe that you are here and lying next to me Or did I dream that we were perfectly entwined Like branches on a tree, or twigs caught on a vine Like all those days and weeks and months I tried to steal a kiss And all those sleepless nights and daydreams where I pictured this I’m just the underdog who finally got the girl And I am not ashamed to tell it to the world Truly, madly, deeply I am Foolishly, completely falling And somehow you kicked all my walls in So baby say you’ll always keep me Truly, madly, crazy, deeply in love with you In love with you Should I put coffee and granola on a tray in bed And wake you up with all the words that I still haven’t said And tender touches just to show you how I feel Or should I act so cool, like it was no big deal Wish I could freeze this moment in a frame and stay like this I’ll put this day back on replay and keep reliving it Cause here’s the tragic truth, if you don’t feel the same My heart would fall apart if someone said your name Truly, madly, deeply I am Foolishly, completely falling And somehow you kicked all my walls in So baby say you’ll always keep me Truly, madly, crazy, deeply in love with you I hope I’m not a casualty I hope you won’t get up and leave Might not mean that much to you But to me it’s everything Everything" then the boys started clapping, i had butterflies in my stomach.