☁ SUMMER STARS☁

"Where are you today?" Florence looks down at the schedule.
"Music studio all day"
"Oo, apparently that place is fancy" India shouts from the bathroom.

Breakfast goes by quickly, no sign of Harry, Zayn or Niall. After the meetings I head towards the music studios, paved paths clearly show the way. The theater is lit up with bright studio lights, its all very surreal. Taking it all in I'm stunned at the artwork covering the walls, it all appears so modern unlike the rest of the camp.

"It's amazing isn't it" I didn't notice Zayn perched in the corner, hidden in the shadows.
"Stunning,the artwork is really something" Standing back to get a full view of the tiered seating stands, it really is huge.
"Why thank you, it took quite a long time."
"You designed it?"
"Don't seem to surprised haha"
"Daisy, listen I had a meeting today and I know you probably want to know whats going on with Harry. His fine, his keeping his job I made sure of it."
"To be honest, I would have preferred if he lost the job. For being such an dickhead. How are you feeling?..." .We are interrupted by bursts of chatter, that erupts through the theater. Greeting the kids we lead them to the main stage.
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"So pick your instruments and partner up" Zayn, calls out to the group.
"So I guess I am stuck with you miss Waller" Zayn holds out his hand.
"Um excuse me I am quite a gem" I giggle.
"Yes, yes you are" he laughs, picking up the guitar.
"Um excuse me sir what has happened to your face" Ben taps his shoulder looking up to Zayn, curiously.
"Oh I just fell over, nothing to worry about" He kneels down, facing Ben.
"That is sure one nasty fall, I hope you get well soon sir" He places a kiss on his , then placing his palm on one of his many bruises.
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"Alright show time!". Group after group came onto the stage, under the bright lights. Performing beautiful melodies and made up songs. It was the cutest thing. With their little dances, jigging around the stage.
"Mister your turn" Ben points towards Zayn.
"Oh no, not this time" Zayn laughs.
"Yes, this time!" I giggle.
"Guys, do we want to see Zayn preform?"
"Yes!" The crowd of children reply.
"Zayn, Zayn, Zayn!"
"Just for you guys" He takes the stage. Sat on the peddle stool, he begins.
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"Zayn, that was insane" A crowd of small claps erupts.
"WOOPWOO!" I scream, down from the audience . His voice was so smooth, the pitch and everything about it was so god damn perfect.
"You serious?" Zayn walks off the stage, giving off a humble smile.
"Yes, you rock-star"
We all giggle, spending the last minutes of the session mucking around. Zayn departs to his cabin, insisting he wanted to spend time alone at lunch.Pacing my way to the hall, I can't help think of Harry last night. He was way out of order, but I know I will take him back and I hated myself for that not being strong enough to say no but it's always been like that. Jesus i'd only been here for a few days and I had experienced more drama then I ever had faced in High school.

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