Unity (Larry Stylinson

Chapter 13: Rehearsals With Little Things

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"What kind of beat would go with the lyrics?" Liam asked, biting the eraser to his pencil. He looked over to the boys who sat around the studio. He looked to Niall who sat with his guitar in his hands. He shrugged slightly and strummed his instrument slowly. "Guys?" He turned to the other band mates and sat down next to Zayn on the leather couch.

Harry shifted his weight, allowing Louis to sit next to him on the piano bench. "Well, lets think for a second." He looked to each boy individually. "I have an idea on how they should be sung. And I have a feeling on who should sing which part."

"Tell us, Harry." Liam urged curiously.

"Calm down there." Zayn chuckled, pointing to him with his thumb. "Daddy Direction here, flipping a wit."

"Haha, that's so funny!" Liam muttered sarcastically, rolling his eyes  dramatically.

The other three young lads chuckled in agreement. "That's actually really funny." Niall commented. "Daddy Direction."

"Yeah! That's your new nickname." Zayn smiled, slapping a gentle hand on Liam's thigh. Liam glared at his best friend for a few seconds before letting out a low chuckle. Zayn grinned. "I knew you'd catch on to it."

Rolling his eyes again, Liam raised his notebook like once before. "Keep in mind, I'll make a nickname for you too, Zayn."

"Lets all get nicknames!" Louis called, making each boy jump in their seat, Niall almost dropping his guitar.

"Jesus!" Niall shouted at him, throwing his guitar pic at him. Louis laughed like a child. He had a large smile on his face, that each knew they couldn't stay mad at. They soon joined in on his laughter and relaxed. As soon as they calmed themselves, Niall spoke up. "I need my pic back, please, Lou." With a flick of his wrist, Louis snatched up the black guitar pic and flung it at Niall, who caught it in his fist. "Thank you, Lad."

"Okay guys, playtime is over, we need to focus on our music." Liam said, running a hand through his hair, licking his lips. "Daddy Direction has spoken. No arguments about it."

"Yes, Daddy." Zayn saluted him, making the young British boy chuckle softly, a light blush crawling to his cheeks. Liam looked down at his notebook and smiled, as Louis spoke up. He looked up to him through his eyelashes.

"Maybe I can play something." Spinning around on the piano bench, Louis placed his fingers firmly on the keys. Then with fingers like magic, he began to play a soft tune. Nodding along to the melody, Liam rose from his seat next to Zayn and made his way over to Louis. He looked to Harry and made a shooing motion. The curly haired boy stood and went to take the now open spot next to Zayn.

Sitting next to Louis, Liam raised his hands to the keys. "I think I know what can go with that." He began to play on the other end of the keyboard and suddenly, the room was filled with a beautiful harmonizing beat. Soon after, another sound began to play. Harry and Zayn looked over to see Niall strumming his guitar, mixing the piano music and creating a beat that sounded slowler than what each had thought would go with their current songs.

Tapping his finger to his lips, Zayn lowered his eyes to the floor. He than turned to Harry, lightly nudging his shoulder. "Go turn on the recording button and closed the door." The brown eyed boy said when Harry turned to face him.

Quickly to do as told, Harry moved to the door of the studio they were in and walked out. His green eyes scanned the number of buttons that were scattered on the large board. He dragged a long finger over each until he found what he was looking for. A red button at the top of soundboard with a word RECORD written underneath it. Pressing it, Harry returned to the recording room and shut the door silently behind him as the mics all around began to record the sound of music being created.

Zayn stood from a seat and went to sit on a stool with a recording microphone set up in front of it. He bit his lower lip and nodded his head to the rhythm, soon starting to sing where it matched perfectly.

"You're hand fits in mine, like it's made just for me. But bear this is mind it was meant to be. And I'm joining up the dots with the freckles on your cheeks and it all makes sense to me."

Joining him, Liam began to add his own lyrics in. "I know you've never loved the crinkles by your eyes, when you smile. You've never loved your stomach or your thighs. The dimples in your back, at the bottom of your spine." Zayn smiled and sang with him. "But I'll love them endlessly."

As the sound of music, each boy joined in, creating a chorus. "I won't let these little things slip out of my mouth. But if I do, it's you. Oh it's you, they add up to. I'm in love with you... And all these little things..."

Looking around, Louis couldn't hide the excitement of a smile on his face. And from what he saw, neither could his mates. "You can't go to bed without a cup of tea. And maybe that's the reason why you talk in your sleep." In his mind, Louis replayed the night when Harry didn't have his favourite cup of tea before he went to bed. He remembered his boyfriend keeping him up with his sleep talking. Recalling the next morning when he confronted Harry who had admitted that he always talked in his sleep if he didn't have his tea before bed. When Harry asked what he talked about, Louis simply shrugged it off, wanting to keep his late night Harry listenings to himself. "And all those conversations are the secrets that I keep. Though it makes no sense to me."

"I know you've never loved the sound of your voice on tape. You never want to know how much you weigh. You still have to squeeze into your jeans, but..." Niall was quick to join, "you're perfect to me."

And like before, each boy joined in to sing the same chorus they created. "I won't let these little things slip out of my mouth. But if it's true. It's you. It's you, they add up to. I'm in love with you. And all these little things."

"You'll never love yourself half as much as I love you." Niall added on, looking down to his guitar and then to the wall across the room as if he were singing to a girl. "And you'll never treat yourself right darling. But I want you to. If I let you know I'm here for you. Maybe you'll love yourself, like I love you. Oh..."

Harry smiled to Louis who eyed him over his shoulder. "And I've just let these little things slip out of my mouth, cause it's you. Oh it's you. It's you, they add up to... And I'm in love with you. And all these little things." I love you... He mouthed to his boyfriend who returned the favour.

"I won't let these little things slip out of my mouth." For the final piece, each joined to finish up. "But if its true. It's you. It's your, they add up to. I'm in love with you. And all your little things!" And after that, the music cut out, the final strum of Niall's guitar fading into the atmosphere.

Rising to his feet quickly, Zayn moved to the door of the recording studio and exited it. He switched off the recording button and re-entered. Zayn stood with his back to the door, as One Direction sat staring at each other, their minds going over what had happened in the last few minutes.

They were still surprised as to what had just happened. Liam was the first to speak up. "Oh my God, you guys..."