Zayn Malik-

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The next day, we call Harry and inform him of where practice will be taking place and at what time to show up. He fits these dates conveniently into the many open spots on his calendar and heads out the door to meet with the rest of us.

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Harry Styles-

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Once I meet them at Zayn and Liam's dorm room, I think up a storm of ideas and share with them all, the most important one yet. "Sorry guys, but we need a different room to practice in. So, I know this guy from our university who owns a pretty small, but decent, recording studio that he barely ever goes into." I smile, getting us on a pretty straight track.

"Where is it, then?..." Niall stutters with confusion. "It's in here's basement and my sweet heart Louis gave me the keys." I dangle the keys in the air, as they oddly stare at me and my use of words apparently. "Your sweet heart Louis?" Niall chuckles, Liam rolls his eyes, and Zayn remains dead quiet... As usual.

"But we have to sign the lease.... So, Louis will meet us down there to do it whenever."

"Let's get on with it now." Liam insists, reminding me of what my step-father sounds like when giving me a chore or command. "Yes father Payne." I higher my voice, and begin to resemble my geeky cousin Marcel.

Ugh, Marcel... Those giant glasses, that greased back hair of his, And the way he crouches his back every time he walks... He would fit in perfectly with some of them old men in one of those elderly homes down town....

"This is the place." I smile, welcoming them inside the unfinished set up of the recording studio. "This is sick!" Niall roams around the room, taking in everything like chocolate at a candy store. "Can I take my pants off?!" Niall asks, the weirdo that he is.

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Zoe Rivas

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"Hello?" I speak into the phone, trying to unravel who it is. "Hey it's Michael." A smile forms on my face, more than happy to finally hear from an old friend for the first time in years. "This is Michael Clifford?"

"Sure is, how have you been?" He says in his adorable Aussie accent.

"This year has been crazy so far. What's going on with you?"

"Same old shit. I'm about ready to call it quits with my girlfriend."

"You're still with Katrina?" That girl is yahoo.

"Not anymore, I'm going to end it with her today maybe."

"Can't believe you could put up with her for a whole four years now." I grimace in disbelief. "Neither can I. Guess where I'm flying tonight?"

"To come see me." I kid, but surprisingly it's true.

"Yep."

"Nuh, ah!" I overjoy, still unsure if he's being serious or not.

"It's true, I'm already over half way there!"

"You can't be serious!?"

"See you tonight, love." After he hangs up, I turn around to face Kelly."

"What? Who was that?"

"That was my friend Michael, he's coming to visit me for I don't know how long." I say, but in a good way. "Well he's not sleeping in my bed."

"That's exactly where he's going to sleep."

"He can sleep on the damn floor. I don't care if he has to sleep in the bath tub."

"You are going to stay in a different room, so get going. Now." I demand, leaving her no choice. "Maybe I won't come back!" I give her a giant, pleading hug. "I would love that, you might as well pack up all your things!" I shout in glee. "Glad to." She angrily empties out her dressers and gathers all of her belongings.

"You forgot a pair of.....these!" I call out to her just as she walks out the door, but comes running back to a pair of underwear she forgot lying under the carpet. "These things are huge!" I wiggle them in the air, bursting into a fit of laughter.

"Give me those!" She squels, jumping in the air. She manages grabbing them from my grip and leaves the room. In the middle of laughing some more, my phone begins ringing and I already know who it is. "Hey Michael!"

"Hello, love. It's going to be another hour or so before I arrive."

"I can't wait to see you! I wish you'd just get here now." I impatiently pace the room. "Yeah.. That's too bad..." He sighs, before we say goodbye for now and end our call. A minute later, I hear a knocking on my door and end up quite surprised to see who's at my doorway.

"You are such a liar!" I grasp my arms tightly around Michael's waste and rest my chin on his shoulder. "Why are we still standing in the hallway?" He chuckles, moving us along into the room. "Did you get prettier?" He stares at me, studying my features. "So how did things work out with that girl?"

"She cried, so of course, I softened up and hugged her. She begged me to keep going out with her, so at some point I ditched her." I jokingly applaud, as he strangles his fingers through his hair and lets out a huff of air.

About a half hour later, a loud knocking approaches my door and I lazily walk over to get it. "I'll get it." Michael takes notice upon my lack of energy. When he opens the door, he meets face to face with.....Zayn. "Hi, may I help you?" Michael stares blankly at him, before Zayn pushes past his side.

"What's this freak with purple hair doing here?" Zayn walks back and forth, rubbing his temples. "His name is Michael and he's visiting here for a couple of days. More importantly, what the hell are you doing in my room?"

"I came here to make things right between us." He says, using a quiet voice. "Well, obviously that didn't work..."

Michael awkwardly stands from across the room, watching the two of us bicker. "Maybe I should leave for a couple minutes.." Michael puts his hand over the doorknob. "No! Stay!" He orders my demand and takes a seat on the bed. "Please leave!" I beg to Zayn, but he continues yelling.

"Fine!" He flees from my room and leaves me in an undelightful mood. "You were dating that guy?" Michael looks at me, astonished. "Yeah, biggest mistake of my life...." Michael agrees, yawning. "Tired?" I ask. "Very. I think we should call it a night." After locking myself in the bathroom to change into my pajamas, I walk in on Michael with his boxer briefs slid down to his feet.

"I am so sorry, I thought you were..." I blush, mortified. "Nah, it's fine...." I awkwardly get settled inside my bed, and apparently, so does Michael..... "You must be confused... Your bed is over there." I point over to Kelly's old bed. "Right... My bad.." A disappointed look appears on his face, as he slowly leaves my bed and gets into Kelly's.

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Zayn Malik

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I walk out of her building, pissed off and worried by the constant reminders in my head of what he may be doing to please her. To properly tell her all the little things about her that I love but would never say. To please her in ways that I surely haven't.....

Before I go out of my mind once and too many times again, I clear my head by putting how I feel into more lyrics. When I get inside my car, I grab a dull pencil and some notebook paper. I begin to write; 'Powerless, and I don't care if it's obvious. I just can't get enough of you. The pedal's down my eyes are closed. No Control.'

I drive away and meet the rest of the boys at the recording room. I hurry out of my car, with my paper in hand, and bolt through the door. "Zayn? What's the trouble?" Niall looks me up and down, confused. "Nothing. Just take a look at these new lyrics I wrote." I bend over my stomach, completely worn out.

"I like it." Harry admits, reading through it. As they all jump in to admire my writing, a knocking sounds against the door. "Come in!" Liam shouts, while the door opens and Louis walks inside. "Hey guys! How is the room?!" He excitedly shouts in a high- pitched British accent.

"It's great, thanks mate!" Niall gives Louis a suffocating hug, then lets go as Louis begs him to. "Well, I just stopped by to gather a last couple of things of mine." We watch as he grabs a cardboard box and begins singing under his breath. We listen closely at his voice, starting to like it, and that's when we make the decision.

"Louis, would you sing a little louder please?" Liam taps him on the shoulder, intrigued. "I guess so...." He continues with the song called, "Hey There Delilah" and keeps us impressed the entire time. "Why did you want to hear me? Really lads, I'm not very good...." He chuckles, but we find it the least bit funny as we have found our fifth member.

"You have to join the band!" Liam grins widely. "I don't do very well with audiences.." He takes a step back. "You'll get used to it, I swear. Just please be in the band!" Niall begs. "Okay. but if anything goes the least bit wrong, I'm out." He warns us all, but we pass it off and start making music.

By the end of the day, we all end up with one finished song that we now can record. After setting up the microphones and sound adjustments, we begin the song called: 'Clouds.'

Harry begins with verse one, "I know you said

That you don't like it complicated

That we should try to keep it simple

But love is never ever simple

No"

Louis jumps in, "You're gonna see the things that I see

You're gonna want the air that I breathe

You're gonna wish you never left me"

Harry starts the chorus, "Here we go again

Another go round for all of my friends

Another nonstop, will it ever end.

Here we go again

Another go round for all of my friends

Another nonstop, will it ever end."

"We're never coming back down

Yeah we're looking down on the clouds"

Liam starts verse two, "I know you said

That you don't like it complicated

That you are tired of all the changes

But love is always, always changing.

Whoa"

And this is where I jump in, "You're gonna see the things that I see

You're gonna want the air that I breathe

You're gonna wish you never left me"

Harry: "Here we go again

Another go round for all of my friends

Another nonstop, will it ever end

"We're never coming back down

Yeah we're looking down on the clouds"

Niall: "And we go

And we go

And we go

And we don't stop"

"But we don't

No we won't

No we don't

Ever go up"

Harry: "Here we go again

Another go round for all of my friends

Another nonstop, will it ever end

Here we go again

Another go round for all of my friends

Another nonstop, will it ever end (Here we go again)"

"Here we go again

Another go round for all of my friends (Here we go again)

Another nonstop, will it ever end.

Here we go again (Here we go again)

Another go round for all of my friends

Another night stop, will it ever end (Here we go again."

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Author's Note

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