Louis whined, “Why me? My girlfriend is coming over tomorrow!”
“HANNAH IS COMING OVER TOMORROW?!” Harry yelled, excitedly. Sometimes Harry is over emotional.
“Ugh.” Louis didn’t want to be pestered so I dismissed everyone from the table and Liam started cleaning up. Everyone except Niall went into the living room for tv.
“Can I help you Mr. Horan?” I asked, in my most attractive voice I could summon.
“Maybe you can? I was just trying to find a pretty girl to help me write a song…Harry seems busy so I thought I might ask you?” He asked, nervously.
The part about Harry was so funny, I laughed and agreed to help Niall.
I followed him into his room on the third floor. The room was a smaller one with two small windows, overlooking the city which had been dimming.
“Isn’t London just breathtaking?” I asked, admiring the view.
“Breathtaking, indeed.” He nodded his head, “BREATHTAKING! That’s a good name for a song.”
“You might need some lyrics however?” I informed him and he blushed. His face was so adorable when he was embarrassed.
“What kind of feelings were you looking for through this song?” I asked him basic questions about how he wanted to go about writing it.
He gave me general statements of what the song was to be about. A girl, someone who is so beautiful, she doesn’t even know it.
I jotted down some ideas for him and left him to review. When I walked down the flight of stairs to the second floor I couldn’t help but wonder what girl he liked that much? The way he described her…he must really like her. I felt a pang of jealousy…
Was I really jealous of some girl that Niall, a boy I had just met, had fallen for?
Yes, I was.