This year, last year and the year before you were named the most successful artist, singer, model and business woman of the year.
One of your favourite things was songwriting and you were writing songs for your new album.
Harry's album had just come out and he was already planning for another album.
You decided to take him to the studio so you could write together.
You and Harry tried to spend as much time as you could together, so this was a perfect opportunity.
"Hazz babe, you ready?" You yelled up the stairs.
You were juggling your keys, book, phone and wallet in one hand while trying to shove them all in your new Gucci bag all while trying to slip your yeezys on.
"Yeah babe I'll be down in a minute" he called back down.
You decided to go and start the car. You walked through your house and into the first garage.
You could hear Harry running behind you.
"What car do you want to take?" He asked.
"My Range Rover" you said. He rolled his eyes playfully, not surprised at all at your choice.
"I knew you'd say that" he said. You giggled and climbed in the drivers seat. Handing your purse to Harry as he climbed in.
You drove to the studio with minimal fans following or yelling.
You and Harry jammed out to your favourite old school one direction songs. You often did this, Harry was so proud of some of those songs and you loved seeing him proud of himself.
You strolled through the private studio and found a cosy booth for you and Harry to sit in.
You curled up on the sofa as Harry did the same. You sat one at each end, facing each other, song writing books held so close to your chests, feet just touching but too focused on your work to notice anything else.
You hummed a tune and sang a few lyrics, "we were dangerously intelligent and wildly naive". You trailed off as Harry looked up at you.
"Sing that again." He said, closing his book and giving you his full attention.
"We were dangerously intelligent but wildly naive" you sang, closing your eyes.
Harry looked at you with shimmering eyes and his mouth open.
"Babe, that's amazing. You surprise me every time you write because I forget how much of an amazing writer you are". He said seriously.
"Thanks Hazz, I wish I could write like you though, you just have a way with words that amazes me. I wish you'd be more confident in yourself." You said, staring deeply in his eyes.
"I love you" he said.
"I love you too" you said, winking at him which earned a laugh from him.
You spent the rest of the day playing guitars and singing pointless songs.
