Maybe I miss you

La la la la la

They left Doncaster quiet early in the morning because Harry had an appointment in the afternoon. They spend the car ride jamming out to music and talking about life. When they arrived in London they went their separate ways since both of them had places to be, but they decided to meet the next day.

After Harry got home he jumped into his bed and called Mitch imitatively. (Imagine Harry laying in bed on his stomach holding his head in his hands and kicking his legs playfully.)

Harry: "Hey Mitch."

Mitch: "Damn. Somebody's happy today."

Harry: "Yes! Yes, I am. And I need your help."

Mitch: "Okay?"

Harry: "You have to tell the others to not come in for the studio time today."

Mitch: "Why?"

Harry: "Cause I have a song to write and I can't write it if anybody else than you is around."

Mitch: "Well now I'm scared."

Harry: "No they would just ask too many questions."

Mitch: "So it's about Louis."

Silence.

Mitch: "I take that as a yes. See you in the studio."

A few hours later they met in the studio. Harry was there early and was awaiting Mitch.

Harry: "Mitch what's a good metaphor for cum?"

Mitch was shocked for a moment.

Mitch: "Well that's a way to break the ice."

Harry: "Concentrate!"

Mitch: "I'm sorry mister Styles, but it's not everyday that somebody asks you for a desecrate way to descripe cum. Let's start off a different way: What's the song about?"

Harry eyed Mitch.

Harry: "Sucking dick?"

Mitch eye's widened.

Mitch: "Did you just say "Sucking Dick"?!"

Harry smiled proudly.

Harry: "Yep."

Mitch: "Well that explains why everybody else had to stay home."

They laughed.

Harry: "I'm just gonna tell you about my inspiration, my muse if you will."

Harry started to tell Mitch everything about him and Louis and he was not shy to talk about a few dirty little details.

Mitch: "Well, since your so oppsesed with it, and it seems like you can't life without it, what about medicine?"

Harry jumped up, went to Mitch and kissed his head.

Harry: "Your a fucking genius."

Harry grabbed his notebook and started to read to Mitch what he had already writen.

Harry: "Well I don't have a lot but just listen:

The boys and the girls are in

I mess around with him

And I'm okay with it

That's the first thing I have and in the next part I'm not sure if I can say that or not."

Mitch: "Just sing it."

Harry: "I'm coming down, I figured out I kinda like it

And when I sleep I'm gonna dream of how you ride it."

Mitch: "Well maybe you should leave something to the imagination and just make a pause instead of the "ride it" part."

Harry: "Yeah makes sense. And I think we should do that for the next part to. ... Hmhm ... I had a few, got drunk on you and now I'm wasted

And when I sleep I'm gonna dream of how you "taste it"."

Mitch: "Oh yeah that's good. But I have to ask you a question."

Harry: "Okay?"

Mitch: "What did you and Louis do yesterday that this song is the result?"

Harry: "I already told you."

Mitch: "Who are the girls and why were they around? Did you have some sort of orge?"

Harry: "NO! No, no, no, no! We just had a very passionate kiss in front of his sisters and later sex in the room next to his sisters room. But no, there was no orge!"

Mitch: "To be honest this explains a lot."

Harry: "What do you mean?"

Mitch: "Your good mood, showing up early and not wanting the others to be around."

Harry: "Okay but let's get back to work."

They worked on the song for a few hours and were able to finish the writing.

a/n: this is one of the best version I've ever heard.

Here to take my medicine, take my medicine

Give me that adrenaline, that adrenaline
I think I'm gonna stick with you
Here to take my medicine, take my medicine
Rest it on your fingertips
Up to your mouth, feeling it out
Feeling it out

I had a few, got drunk on you and now I'm wasted

And when I sleep I'm gonna dream of how you

*taste it*

If you go out tonight, I'm going out 'cause I know you're persuasive
You got that something, I got me an appetite; now I can taste it
We're getting dizzy, oh, we're getting dizzy, oh
La la la la la
You get me dizzy, oh, you get me dizzy, oh

Tingle running through my bones, fingers to my toes
Tingle running through my bones

The boys and the girls are in

I mess around with him

And I'm okay with it

*ride it*

If you go out tonight, I'm going out 'cause I know you're persuasive
You got that something, I got me an appetite; now I can taste it
We're getting dizzy, oh, we're getting dizzy, oh
La la la la la
You get me dizzy, oh, you get me dizzy, oh

I had a few, got drunk on you and now I'm wasted

If you go out tonight, I'm going out 'cause I know you're persuasive
You got that something, I got me an appetite; now I can taste it
We're getting dizzy, oh, we're getting dizzy, oh
La la la la la
You get me dizzy, oh, you get me dizzy, oh

Mitch: "That song is great."

Harry: "I know right? It's obvious enough but not too much."

Mitch: "We really outdid ourselves with that one."

Mitch seemed a bit worried.

Harry: "What's up?"

Mitch: "You know that you confirm that you are not straight with this song, right?"

Harry: "Yes?"

Mitch: "And you know that people gonna ask questions, right?"

Harry: "Mitch, I've never felt the need to but a label on me, and I won't change that, no matter who asks."

Mitch smiled.

Mitch: "Glade to hear that. By the way, are you gonna tell him that you wrote a song about sucking his dick."

Harry: "Someday, yes. Right now, no."