Izallouis’ view:
“Izallouis why are you at a recording studio??” “Are you meeting anyone here??” “Niall Horan was spotted coming here earlier today, are you getting private lessons??” “How does it feel to be dating one of the world’s largest icons??” I ignored all of them as both Justin's taught me. Once inside the protective doors I took a breather. My grandmum noticed the paps starting to line up and wanted to come in a back way. I told her I would take the attention on me so she didn’t have to. I checked into a booth at the front desk and then aimlessly looked for it. I found my grandmum as she was wheeled in.
“Are your feet hurting??” I asked her.
“And everything else.” She didn’t seem to want to move. Our driver had come in to help her but once she was under my care he left.
“I can't seem to find our studio.” I chuckled.
“Let’s just go in one.” She threw open a door and I immediately went red. The people in the booth stopped and looked at us.
“I'm so sorry!” I said shutting the door but not before I locked eyes with the softest blue. “Grandmum you cant just do that for that exact reason!” I was still red and on top of that my heart was beating fast because of who I saw.
“Oh we are right here.” She pointed to the booth directly across the hall.
“Great.” I groaned accepting the fact I was probably going to see him again before we finished. I went in the studio and Grandmum stayed with the sound board, most likely breaking it as we goofed off and did dumb things.

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