"When I was your girl
Always let me go
Only kept me there
So you weren't left alone

I had money in my hands
That you had to blow

Boyfriend, boyfriend, you could be my boyfriend
I could be your girl
Till the world ends

I'd like to be
Anything you want
Hey boy
Let me talk to ya," I sang, writing for my album. Harry was, as usual, at the studio and completely ignoring my calls and texts. I know he was busy, but would it kill you every once in a while to actually pay fucking attention to me? Hell, I got more attention from my tutor than I got from him.
Speaking of tutor, it was time to go study! Yay! Please sense the sarcasm dripping from my pores.
Sighing, I plopped myself down on my bed and pulled my trigonometry book out. May as well get my least favorite stuff done first.
*HARRY'S POV*
It's not that I didn't want to talk to Chrissy, I was just so busy and management was pushing us harder than ever! All my old free time, gone! And I knew Chrissy was pissed when she texted me a "or don't respond, not like couples need to talk or anything".
"Alright, you boys can go now!" Some lady said, clapping her hands to dismiss us. We sprinted out of there, tired of writing songs that would only really mean anything to the fans.
We got home and I heard Chrissy snoring lightly. She must have fallen asleep studying. I looked at her for a moment before a song on a piece of paper caught my attention.
So this is what she thought? A little ping inside me let me know that it was me. Me she was writing about me. Me and my never being there. And me keeping her on my arm but, in reality, actually letting her drift farther and farther away.
I had to make this right. Tucking her in, I stole the piece of paper and brought it to the boys.
"I seriously need your help. Because this song lets me know that she isn't happy. And I have to fix that. Are you guys in?" I said after reading them the song.
"Let's do this," Louis smiled evilly. And our plan began...