Niall’s view:
Was that her?? There was no way she was here at the same time as me.
“Horan??” Conners hollered into the microphone he had.
“Yeah??” I asked still dazed by her blonde hair flipping as she shut the door.
“You stopped singing.” He smirked at me and he knew why. “Call it a day??” He asked. I felt bad nodding but she was here and I had a chance to talk to her. I wasn’t about to mess that up and give Harry the upper hand.
“I'm sorry.” I said putting the head phones on the stand and resituating my legs on the stool.
“Don’t worry about it. Just promise me you'll get this one.” He chuckled and I blushed. Everyone, including Conners, is giving me crap about this. I got out and put my guitar away in its stickered case. Conners saved the board settings and scratched it. He left and I looked myself over in the small mirror on the wall. It sits there to serve no purpose for the artists recording or friends and family sitting in the waiting section. I took a deep breath and walked out going to the front of the studio to ask what room she obtained.
“Horan what do you need??” The lady at the front desk was familiar with me because I’d always ask for something when all of us boys were here.
“Izallouis’ room number.” I stated.
“Here.” She handed me an extra key and went back to writing something down on a calendar. I went back the way I came finding out Izallouis was right across from my booth. I smiled and stared at the door. I put my ear up to the wood and listened for some noise. I didn’t hear any so I knocked. No one answered so I used my key and knocked as I opened the door up. I saw a wrinkly woman behind the microphone and Izallouis in the swivel chair moving switches.
“I thought you might want some extra practice.” I smiled as I saw her turn in her chair.
“Neil right??” She put out her hand. I took it and felt tingles everywhere our hands molded.
“Niall.” I smiled.
“Hold on.” She got up and walked into the studio and wheeled out the old woman behind the mic. “Grandmum this is my coach Niall.” She smiled at me when she said my correct name.
“It’s a pleasure to meet you.” She grinned up at me as if she saw what I was trying to do.
“Its nice meeting you Mr. Horan, but I have been out for a whilst and I should be getting around to home.”
“I’ll take you home.” Izallouis jumped to help her grandmother and my heart fell thinking she was leaving already.
“No!” Her grandmother shouted then smiled and started to talk calmly again, “I will call a cab to come around. You could use the practice dear.” Izallouis looked nervous as she chewed her bottom lip. I watched her white teeth graze the skin peeling it back and letting it flop back out with slight discolouration from her teeth.
“Are you sure??” Her lips moved slowly and when she looked at me I snapped my eyes to hers and panicked. I didn’t know what she wanted from me so I did the dumbest thing I could; I gave her a thumbs up with a dumb half smile.
“Have some fun.” Her grandmother winked and wheeled herself to the door. I opened it to make some decent impression. Once the door was shut Izallouis looked nervously at me.
“I should go.” She reached for the door and I stopped her hand by grabbing it. She looked at me weird and I don’t blame her. I was still holding her hand so I dropped it.
“I’ll have my driver pick her up.” I pulled out my phone and made a call as Izallouis watched me. I couldn’t tell what she was thinking but it was killing me knowing it was about me. I nodded to her and she seemed to relax. I hung up and smiled. “Go ahead and tell her so she knows. I’ll be here.” It was weird commanding her but I loved how she followed instructions well. I watched her leave and the door shut. “Horan, you're a genius.” I chuckled to myself. Minutes later she bounced back in and shut the door. My animalistic instinct wanted to throw her on the wall and make out with her but my heart said slow and steady. I smiled.
“So teach me how to sing.” I laughed and the tension was gone.
“It’s not that easy. What songs do you know??” I asked.

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