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Writing Fine Line: Canyon Moon

A/N: Hey lovies!! What do we think about Harry’s House? Favorite songs? Tell me all the things 💚

SUMMARY: YN and Harry have known each other since 2010 when they were put in a band together called One Direction. Since the band split up, YN and Harry have kept in close contact, may or may not have grown deeper feelings for one another and have continued to help each other create music. After having helped Harry with HS1, he has invited YN back again to Malibu to help make Fine Line. This was how Canyon Moon was made. (6.3K)

GENRE: harry x 1dbandmember!reader, friends to lovers, slow burn,

WARNINGS: lil angsty?

side note: italicized is voice over commentary (I wrote this kind of like the Behind the Album documentary)

Since 2010 Masterlist Previous Song Here 🍄

It’s been two days since YN has taught Mitch her stoned solo from She and has helped produce the song to its completion.

YN had mentioned to Harry later that day about needing to go back to her house soon to give her overnight bag another refill before spending another week at Kid’s Malibu home. Although she drove herself, he offered her a ride over with no hesitation, taking the opportunity to suggest a mini road trip on their way to LA.

So now YN sits in the passenger seat of Harry’s yellow Ferrari with the windows down and a pair of red heart-shaped sunnies on her face.

Sea salt, The Flamingos, Tom Ford cologne.

Harry sneaks a couple of glances at her from time to time from under the protection of his Ray Bans. He can’t help but admire how beautiful she looks as she rests her chin on her crossed arms on the window sill, the wind blowing across her features as he drives them down the PCH. She looks peaceful, unbothered, and absolutely stunning under the clear California sky.

She’d be lying to herself if she didn’t admit that she’s been stealing glances at him, too. His hair messily yet perfectly tousled on top of his head, a pair of sunnies resting on the bridge of his nose. The way he grips the steering wheel with one hand while his other is to his lips as he casually rests his elbow on the window ledge. The slight stubble covering his jaw and upper lip is just begging for her to run her fingers across the skin, longing for her lips to be brushed up against.

She shakes herself from those thoughts. She reminds herself that they’re just friends right now...but could they really be considered that after writing Adore You? Does he still feel that way? Was he simply writing from a place in the past? Things have changed. She wants to set some boundaries between them from the amount of whiplash she gets from her contradicting emotions towards this man.

They’re both undeniably competitive; it’s a game of ping pong that neither one of them is willing to lose.

YN loves him—more than a best friend—but she’s paralized by fear. Fear of loving someone so much to the point where you can’t even tell which way is left or which way is right, where it’s physically impossible to be away from the other, where you can’t even breathe. Fear that she’s already there.

Maybe she knows Harry feels the same way but she’s too scared to ask about it. Instead, she'll just sit quietly in the comfort of friendship.

YN has her phone connected to his stereo, some of their favorite music sounds through the car’s sound system. It’s a mix of songs the two of them like.

After some time, YN rolls up her window and lowers the volume on the music to let some of the quietness come back into the car.

“Think the album is coming along really well so far.”

“Yeah? Not just saying it cause your names in the credits.” He teases.

“Pft. If there was something wrong with it, you know I would have told you already.”

That’s one of the things Harry respects YN for as an artist and as a friend. She isn’t afraid to sugar coat anything when something’s not right. It’s one of things that made Harry know he wanted to bring her back to work for him. She was—and still is—pushing him to create music out of his comfort zone, to have another take in the recording booth because she knows he can hit that note better. Nudging him to write from a deeper place within himself that he was too scared to look at.

“There’s no denying that. But, yeah I think She turned out really nice—”

“Woah, woah, woah—”

“What? What?” Harry’s panic soothes over as YN reaches forward to turn the volume up on his stereo. The song You Don’t Have To Be A Star (To Be In My Show) begins to play through the small space.

He takes a glance over to YN to see her moving her upper body along to the hippie song. Her arms push and pull in front of her with her eyes closed. It’s one of the songs on their karaoke list, having sung it on countless, drunken occasions in an undeniable duet.

He’s about to start singing with her but the words get caught up in his throat as the sound of her singing.

Baby come as you are with just your heart

And I'll take you in

You're rejected and hurt

To me you're worth what you have within

Her fist appears in front of his lips as if she’s holding an invisible microphone. “Sing it, Harry!”

“Dunno know the words.” He shrugs, a smile sitting comfortably on his lips.

“Liar.” YN yells back with a beaming smile.

Now I don't need no superstar

'Cause I'll accept you as you are

You won't be denied 'cause I'm satisfied

With the love you inspire

As YN continues to sing, she makes her movements dramatic. Pointing out in front of her like she’s on stage, her “microphone” in her other hand.

Oh honey, there'll be no cheering from the crowd

Just two hearts beating out loud

There'll be no parades, no tv or stage

Only me till your dying day

It’s ironic how differently those lyrics ring true to their lives now. From their two hearts just trying to find a heartbeat to the sound of their beating hearts becoming loud enough for the world to hear.

Despite the fame, the tour, the spotlights, they’re each other’s other half. That’s something that will never change.

“You don't have to be a star, baby, to be in my show.” The two sing together, repeating it with smiles bright enough to outshine the sun.

It’s like he’s hearing the song for the first time again. It’s sweet, heart-wrenching, and fitting.

Another half hour goes by before Harry’s pulling into a backlot of an all too familiar café on the corner of Beachwood street.

"Figured we should get a bite to eat before heading to your place. Dunno about you but m’starving."

The two walk the short distance around the small building before the sight of the huge sign reading "CAFÉ" and its royal blue door adjacent to it.

After Harry and YN order their food at the front counter, they take a seat at one of the only open seating in the busy café. She thinks her favorite thing about the café is the secludedness of it all. Although LA can be anything but discreet—with its paparazzi constantly seeking the opportunity to pounce from the depths of any shadow on the street and the looming, persistent need to have a perfect exterior acceptable by the stupid standards of society—sometimes the community likes to keep to themselves, too self absorbed to bother looking anywhere other than their phone screens.

That and the yellow and blue triangle tiles littered across the ground. Those are really cute.

As the two settle into their seats, a waiter delivers their drinks.

“I’m a Brit at heart and am always gonna love my tea but the coffee comes out whenever we come here.” YN lifts the wide mug to her lips, blowing the steam off the top before taking a sip. She hums, licking her lips as to chase the sweet taste of the brewed beverage. YN looks around to take in the small cafe. The sound of soft chatter and utensils clinking against dishware fills the space. “We used to come here quite often, didn’t we?”

The Beachwood café was discovered on a rare day off during the band’s third tour. With the itch to be anywhere but a stuffy hotel room, the two went exploring the streets of LA in search of somewhere to eat with the hope of not being spotted by fans or paparazzi. The café was small but big enough to not get noticed, cozy enough to lose track of time, and coffee good enough to break a Brit.

Over the years, the walls of the space have seen the two come here as friends, lovers, and anything in between.

“Things have gotten a little hectic since then, huh?”

“Just a little.” YN says with a scrunch of her nose. Both of them know their jobs come with a heavy price of little to no down time but neither one of them would choose a different career path. With that also comes the little room for relationships. It’s one of things that Harry finds some comfort in with YN. They both have a clear understanding of the demanding work hours and the long travels that there’s no need to have a sit down and explain to one another about it; they both just knew.

A waitress sets down their plates before giving the two a kind smile and leaving them to enjoy their meal.

When YN looks down at her healthy, kale wrap and sweet potato fries, she instantly regrets not ordering a plate of chocolate chip pancakes like Harry instead.

“Do you want a fry?”

Harry looks up from grabbing his utensils to his friend’s raised eyebrows and wide eyes. His eyes flicker from her face to her plate before giving her a knowing smirk. From an outsider’s perspective, her offer is simply a kind gesture to share her food. An invitation to let him snack on her plate while he eats his (a given for the two of them in any meal hour, but nonetheless). He knows her better than that.

Without a word, Harry moves his iced tea out of the way before he picks up her ceramic plate and swaps it with his.

He plops a fry in his mouth and gives her a cheeky smile. “Yeah, I’ll take one.” YN giggles at his gesture and takes the fork from his giving hand.

“It’s kinda freaky how well you know me.” YN stabs the fluffy food before waving it towards him like a magic wand. “It’s like you can read my mind or something.” She says before sticking the fork in her mouth.

If only I could. He thinks to himself. Then I would know what’s racing through your mind all the time.

Harry kisses his teeth. “I knew you would find out sooner or later. Just don’t blow my cover, yeah? Have to keep my superhero identity a secret and all tha’.”

“Roger that.” YN pretends to zip her lips shut, locking it at the end, and handing him the key. He plays along, leaning back in his seat to put the imaginary key in his front pants pocket, smiling at the sound of her giggling.

Harry takes the fork from her hand. She tries her hardest to ignore the way her skin tingles at his touch or how mouth watering his jaw looks when he chews on a piece of her pancakes.

“Oh shit, that’s good.”

“You kiss your mum with that mouth?”

Harry wipes his thumb against the corner of his lip before bringing it to his mouth, licking off the sticky syrup there. He gives her a laugh through his nose as he looks down at his plate and begins to tear the white paper the wrap is covered in.

“My mum has been asking for you actually.”

“Been meaning to pay her a visit.” YN leans over to grab a fry from his plate.

Harry accidentally bumps his foot with hers underneath the table. He's about to give her an apologetic smile but he just sees her head down as she cuts another piece off of her pancake stack and feels her sneaker slide further next to his.

"Do you remember that one time we did a show in London in like 2014? And had our families backstage? It was the time Anne wanted to see the tour bus."

"And then that made all the other mums want to see it too?" Harry moves the tip of his shoe along the side of hers.

"They way we all ran to the bus and chucked everything off the ground and into the spare bunk beds and the cabinets." YN giggles into the back of her hand.

"I saw Louis throw a pile of Niall's clothes out the window." Harry chuckles. YN fully laughs at the memory. She remembers the absolute chaos that she and the boys went through to clean the nasty tour bus. YN was an organized person for the most part, but when you live in a confined space with five brothers 24/7, tidiness gets kicked out the door.

“He was so confused when he saw it outside.” She musters out through her laughter. Harry squeezes his eyes shut as he laughs, the skin beside his eyes wrinkle at the action.

Shared pancakes, coffee, and easy conversation.

On the drive to YN’s house, with a full belly and the sound of soft background music in the car, she fell asleep halfway there.

Harry pulls into YN’s secluded driveway and turns off the car. The sun was beginning to settle down for the night and so was he.

He doesn’t have the heart to wake her; he even entertains the thought of just carrying her inside. He carefully reaches out and brushes a strand of hair out of her face.

He looks out the windshield to her front door. Despite the sleek wood and brick modern architecture of her home, he looks fondly at her pastel yellow door.

He always appreciates her touch in everything she owns. Hell, she’s the reason his own front door to his London home is pink.

Her yellow door gives him comfort, a warm gooey feeling in his tummy, and a place to physically call home.

...

Jenny paces around in front of the sink as YN sits comfortably on one of the bar stools on the kitchen island. Her manager looks over to YN with a dramatic roll of her eyes as her ex-husband rambles on over the phone. YN tries to hold back a smile as she goes back to her plate of fruit in front of her.

Her and her manager are in the kitchen of YN's LA home and she has a couple days off before she has to leave for her next show. The two women were going over some documents, scheduling, and vague plans for her next album before they were interrupted by Jenny getting bombarded with phone calls.

"I just told you that the babysitter just called me saying that she can’t make it and I don’t have time right now.” Jenny points over to the slide glass doors that leads to the backyard and YN gives her a reassuring wave of her hand while munching on a piece of watermelon. “Go get the kids from school, Andrew...”

At the sound of one door sliding closed, YN turns her attention to the sound of keys opening her front door. She certainly wasn’t expecting anyone else over today. She’s close to calling her manager back in but her panic quickly dissipates at the sight of a head topped full of familiar brown locks, a dimpled smile, and the smell of Tom Ford cologne.

“Hi, baby.”

YN is off of her seat in an instant. Her bare feet quickly pad across her hardwood floors before she crashes her body with Harry’s. She wraps her arms around his neck and Harry bends forward enough to wrap his arms around her lower back, lifting her from the ground in a much needed hug.

“What’re you doing here?” YN softly asks into the crook of his neck.

“Wanted to surprise you.” Harry whispers into her hair. There's no other course of action but to melt into his embrace. “Did it work?”

“Mhm.” YN pulls back slightly to see his face, as if she’s making sure what she’s seeing is real. He’s supposed to be on tour right now, thousands of miles away and singing to crowds of devoted fans. Yet here he is with his arms clasped around her, clearing her of any doubt that this is a dream. “I thought you weren't coming over for another two weeks.”

“Hmm. Couldn’t wait any longer." Harry whispers, rubbing his nose with hers. Loving the way the action makes her lips tug up in a soft smile that would bring any man down to his knees. "Missed you.”

"Miss you more." YN gently runs her fingers through his hair to push it away from his eyes.

She can’t wait a second longer before softly pressing her lips to his. “Welcome home,” She hums. She can feel him smile into the kiss and she lets out a giggle, too giddy to contain her emotions.

Home. He thinks. I’m finally home.

...

Harry's gaze turns to his right at the sound of YN stirring awake from his passenger seat.

“Hmm? We’re home already?” YN rubs her eyes with the sleeves of her sweater.

“Yeah, lovie.” We’re home.

When the two walk inside YN's house, he's immediately hit with her familiar scent of vanilla. It’s not strong enough for a headache or anything but he’s certainly overwhelmed.

“Do you want anything to drink? A snack? Still have some of the smelly vegan chips you like.” Harry chuckles seeing her carelessly kick off her shoes as she walks into the kitchen space. After setting down her duffle bag next to the door he goes to stand next to her slouched figure against the open refrigerator. She looks up to him with heavy eyes, still a little puffy from her nap.

"S'time for bed yeah?" Harry cups her jaw, rubbing his thumb over her temple. She hums in agreement, not having the energy to give him a complete answer. He gives a soft kiss to her forehead before leading them both up her spiral staircase.

YN drags her feet further into her bedroom but stops when she notices that Harry's still standing in the doorway. He lazily throws his thumb behind his shoulder.

"M'going to sleep in the guest room tonight." As much as he would love to share a bed with her tonight, he's not sure if they're there at this time of their relationship. Sure, they've slept in the same bed countless times in the past as friends or more, but with the constant back and forth of their confusing feelings, it's probably for the best.

“Thank you for today. I had a lot of fun.” YN stands before him, craning her neck to look up at him.

“Of course. Missed our little getaway trips.”

Out of habit, like a magnetic pull, the two friends lean in and give each other a quick, friendly kiss. Despite their on and off relationship, in between the chaos, it’s just become a natural thing for them to kiss each other goodbye.

He’s the one to blame for her causal affectionate behavior, but is she truly mad about it at this point?

Still close enough to feel each other’s breath on the other’s lips, YN whispers a soft, “Good night, Harry.”

“Good night, YN.” Harry tries to ignore the strain on his heart as she pulls away completely. Her hand rests on the door handle before looking at her friend as he walks down the hallway.

“Harry?”

“Yeah?”

YN hesitates with her next words. She wants to invite him in and spend the time together, like they used to. It doesn’t have to involve anything sexual, she surely doesn’t think she could hold herself back if one thing led to another but his company alone is enough. She just doesn't want this day to come to an end.

What is she thinking about? The words race through Harry’s mind.

“See you in the morning?” She utters out instead.

“In the morning.” Harry repeats, trying his hardest not to let his expression falter from his hopeful expectations.

He waits until she closes her door before unsticking his feet from the floor and carrying himself over to the room across the hall.

Harry rolls from his back to his side before rolling to his other side and then returning to his back. He looks at the digital clock on the bedside table and the bright red numbers tell him that it's a little past 3 am. He lets out a deep sigh as he runs his hands over his face.

As quick as the kiss was, his lips haven't been able to stop themselves from tingling all over. Although they've shared plenty of friendly kisses in the past, it was the first one they've shared since they've decided to end things for the time being.

It was so subconscious that he doesn't think that even she realized what had happened when it happened. Was she going to invite him into her room? Did she want the kiss to last longer?

He closes his eyes once again in hopes to drown out his loud thoughts only to be snapped back open in a roll of his eyes. He throws the comforter off of his body, swings his legs over the bed and carefully twists the door handle open. He passes her door with half the mind to enter her room but his feet carry him down the stairs to the kitchen.

He stops in his tracks at the sound of a rerun from Friends, the light of the TV casting enough brightness to capture YN's facial features. She has her knees to her chest and her chin resting on top of them.

She turns to head to look over to him with a soft smile.

"Told you I'd see you in the morning." YN pats the cushioned seat next to her. Coming into the light from the TV, it isn't until now that she notices that Harry's merely in a pair of briefs. She has his worn out Rolling Stones t-shirt on with a pair of pajama shorts.

Harry plops himself next to her and lazily throws an arm on top of the couch behind her.

"Whatcha you still doing up?" She questions, keeping her eyes on the screen. She lets out a short laugh through her nose as Rachel pours marinara sauce into Monica’s handbag on the TV.

Oh you know, I couldn't stop thinking about how your lips taste and have been going mad wondering if you've been thinking about me in the same way I think about you. The usual.

"Could ask you the same thing.”

“But I asked you first.”

“Couldn't sleep. You?"

"Same." She rests her cheek on her knee to look at him.

He reaches out and tucks a piece of her hair away from her face and behind her ear. She lifts her head before inching it closer to his. He thinks his heart may have skipped a beat and prays that she can't hear the sound of it beating out of his chest. He meets her halfway in a gentle kiss. It’s short and sweet. It makes him feel satisfied and unsatisfied all at the same time. When they pull away, her eyes flick back and forth between his before glancing down to his lips once more.

Harry brings his palm to her cheek, thumbing over the apple of her cheeks. "What are you thinking about?"

"Too much." YN puts her hand over the one on her cheek. "Help me turn my mind off?"

Harry pulls her into him with a seal of their lips. The TV show is long forgotten as she turns her head to the side, deepening the kiss. Their tongues dance around each other and fingers run across skin.

She kisses the side of mouth, down his jaw to the spot below his ear. He releases a shaky breath and slides his hand down the expansion of her outer thigh. As she continues to sponge her lips around his neck, Harry's eyes briefly open to be met with the couch beside them. The memories of drunken actions, jealousy and dependency flood his mind like a tidal wave.

Harry brings her lips back to his in hopes to push back those memories and focus on the now. He kisses her slowly, kissing her top then bottom lip before pressing his lips fully on hers. He wants to savor this moment, to draw out and drink up each gasp and hum that she gives him.

He brings his hand to the back of her neck and leaves a trail of kisses down her throat. She leans her head back to give him as much space as possible. When he sucks on the skin where her neck meets her shoulder, she sucks in a sharp breath and brings her fingers to rake through his hair. He can't help his eyes from flicking back to the couch.

Alcohol breath, glossy eyes, the shake of her head.

He can't make her go through that again. He can't be the boyfriend for her. She doesn't deserve that.

"Harry? Are you alright?" YN leans back to look into his eyes. "Sorry, was that too much? We can stop if you wanna...”

"What? No—I mean.” Harry lets out a deep sigh. “Sorry.” He shakes his head with a furrow of his eyebrows.

"Hey, s'alright. Got a little carried away there." YN gives him a small smile, slightly out of breath.

Harry sighs and runs his hand over his face and through his hair. He wanted to kiss her for so long now. Stayed up all night thinking about it but now he's messing it all up. He doesn't deserve her. Her understanding, her kindness, her ability to make an uncomfortable situation feel anything but.

He loves her and, boy, is he in deep.

"Do you wanna finish the rest of the episode with me? Maybe have a cuddle?"

With her doed eyes and swollen lips, how could he deny her request? He'd do just about anything she asked, all she has to do is say the word.

"O'course. C’mere."

YN snuggles deep into his side and reels in the feeling of his hand running up and down her arm.

"Who got you being so cuddly nowadays, huh?" He teases her when she wraps her arm over his torso. He jumps a bit when she playfully pinches his side.

"S'all your fault. Don't act like it's anyone else’s."

Harry smiles and brings down the throw blanket behind the couch and lays it on top of her curled up figure.

With one hand caressing her arm wrapped around him, his other hand is brought up to her head as he mindlessly massages her scalp. It doesn't take long until he hears her breathing even out.

The couch taunts him and it makes his heart sink to his stomach.

...

YN’s eyes flutter open and she has to squint a bit from the bright ceiling of her living room, letting her know that the sun's already out. The sound of a random sitcom plays quietly from her TV.

She feels hot, a little too hot. Along with a knitted throw blanket, Harry has the majority of his body laying on top of hers, his neck comfortably tucked into the crook of hers as he softly snores.

She runs her fingers through his hair. It has its desired effect as he gently stirs awake.

"Harry?" YN whispers. He hums, cuddling himself further into her. "We need to get up."

"Five more minutes." He says into her ear, his voice is a lot deeper and raspier in the mornings. "Promise."

"But I need to pee."

Harry peels his head away from her neck and looks down at her with sleepy, hooded eyes.

Day or night, he wonders how she can possibly look so beautiful in any given moment. Her hair is spread across the cushion behind her. Her eyes blink slowly up at him as the sun makes the color of her eyes seem brighter, lighter. Her smile, gosh, that smile.

"What's the password?"

"Move, I need to pee." After a playful raise of his eyebrow, she gives him a knowing look. "Please."

Harry kisses his teeth. "Actually it was Harry's the best in the world but better luck next time." He lays himself back down only to be pinched in the arm.

"Ouch. So it’s like that? Y’know I like it rough."

"How's your mind in the gutter this early?" YN giggles.

"Ooh say it again. M'close." Harry laughs when she slaps his arm but he eventually rolls himself to the little couch space left and she wiggles her way out from under him. He lays on his back as he watches her scurry her way to the bathroom.

When YN closes the door behind her, she leans back against it as she closes her eyes. Once she kissed Harry good night and laid underneath her sheets, she couldn’t get him out of her head. She wanted to physically be with him but had a feeling that he didn’t want the same. It must have been true since he felt so uncomfortable with kissing her last night that he literally just stopped. She didn’t want to make him more uncomfortable than he already was so she swerved past the speed bump and moved on. Ugh, she was so dumb for thinking he saw her as anything more as a friend at this point.

After splashing some water on her face, she heads back out to find Harry in the kitchen. Her belly fills with butterflies at the sight of him moving around her kitchen with such ease. He opens each cabinet with the knowledge of what’s in it. After putting two mugs on the island table, he lifts his gaze to hers.

“Good morning, lovie.”

“Morning.” She hums.

Harry pours hot water from the kettle into their mugs and the two quietly make their cups of tea.

“Anything you need to do before we leave?” Harry says as he moves his tea bag up and down before taking a sip.

“Gonna have a quick shower and finish packing then we should be good to head out.” YN sturs her honey into her tea before tapping her spoon against the rim before sticking it into her mouth.

“YN?”

“Hmm?”

Harry leans a little forward, unable to keep his body from being apart from hers.

"Do, do you..."

Do you regret the kiss? Do you wanna kiss again? Does your heart flutter every time I’m near you like mine does? Do you still have feelings for me?

She watches as he takes a glance somewhere behind her before looking down to his mug. “Do you mind if I have a shower first?” He internally cringes at himself.

“Course not. Go ahead.”

As Harry truges up the stairs, YN looks behind herself to see what he could possibly be looking at. Was there something out of place? All she sees is her couches. She brings her mug to her lips with a sigh.

What was he thinking about?

...

YN enters the studio space to find the rest of the producers talking amongst themselves as they sit in front of the huge console full with hundreds of buttons and sliders. Mitch and Harry are sitting on the couch that’s alongside the wall of the room. Mitch has an acoustic guitar ready to play as Harry sits writing down what she assumes is lyrics, the clipboard resting on his lap. He moves his head from side to side, like he’s singing the words in his head, before going back to writing.

She gives a friendly nod over Mike, one of the camera men that’s recording content for the Fine Line Documentary. It’s nice to only have one person recording the album process. It takes away some of the pressure of feeling like the team is supposed to act a certain way or hold back from conversations. YN thinks back to the times of the band’s This Is Us film and Harry's Behind the Album documentary back in 2017.

Video recording an album is different in that it’s way more intimate than just following a couple of teenagers mess around on tour. By having just one photographer versus four in a room, being out of the way and almost forgetting that he was in the room brings a sense of ease and calmness to everyone involved.

"Anything good?" YN plops down the coffee table in front of the two men.

"Maybe," Harry scratches his temple with the end of his pen. "Wrote it a while back but I added a bridge to it. Needs some work though."

"Can I have a listen?"

Harry nods over to Mitch and he begins his quick strumming. His fingers move sharply up and down the neck of the guitar. YN’s immediately transfixed on the upbeat melody. She can already hear the stacked harmonies, the layered guitar melodies, and the funky bass thumping.

The world's happy waiting

Doors yellow, broken, blue

I heard Jenny saying

“Go get the kids from school.”

Mitch looks up to see YN’s reaction to the lines, she has a small smile on her lips, clearly knowing what Harry’s referring to. She has to admit, she’s a little taken aback by the lyrics. He was really all in wasn’t he?

I'll be gone too long from you.

Mitch switches from strumming to tapping the body of the guitar.

Staring at the ceiling

Two weeks and I'll be home

Carry the feeling

Through Paris, all through Rome

And I'm still thinking back to

A time under the canyon moon

He thinks she's his home? How has this become more intimate than Adore You?

"Um, yeah." Harry lets out a nervous chuckle but tries to cover it with a cough. "That's what I got so far."

YN doesn't want to ask when he wrote it or how he meant by this random person named Jenny and her kids. She doesn't ask questions she already knows the answers to.

"I love it. S'like Crosby, Stills and Nash on steroids.” She looks at him expectedly, with a soft raise of her eyebrows towards the clipboard on his lap. "And the bridge?"

“Like I said, it’s still in the works but it goes like: Quick pause in conversation, She plays songs I've never heard, An old lover's hippie music...” He sings by himself.

She’s back in the leather seats of his Ferrari, driving down the PCH and singing along to Marilyn McCoo and Billy Davis Jr.

"Pretends not to know the words." YN sings, making Harry's dimples dig into his cheek. "So I'll keep thinking back to a time under the Canyon Moon." YN continues. "And then you can go back to the I'll be gone too long from you part." She casually sings the last bit as Harry scribbles down the new lyrics. Maybe he wasn’t writing from a place in the past after all.

“I love harmonies and YN is just, she’s such an artist when it comes to arranging them and making them sound so cool.” Harry moves his ring-covered hands in front of him, emphasizing his points. “Like, I’m just the guy who sings and she’s the one to make all of it come together to make it be one of the greatest things I’ve ever heard.”

YN has her big, studio headphones on as she bobs her head along to her newest vocal arrangement of all of the harmonies Harry just sang for her. His repetition of “I'm going, oh, I'm going home” that plays along with some of the added adlibs brings a smile to her face.

“I don't think a lot of people know that Harry can really reach those high notes." YN motions her hand, palm down, above her head. "Like he can get up there when he wants to. Can put Mariah Carey to shame—” YN can’t hold back the laugh that erupts from the back of her throat, covering her smile with the palm of her hand. The crew members behind the camera can’t help but softly chuckle along.

From her spot on the editing desktop, YN turns her head to look to the window that’s above the studio console desk. Harry’s on the other side with headphones similar to hers as he claps rhythmically into a microphone. He catches her gaze almost immediately, a smile already tugging on his lips.

He matches her head bobbing motion before moving his entire body to the beat of the song, never stopping his clapping.

“No, but in all seriousness,” YN sighs and wipes her watery eyes with her thumb. “He’s an amazing singer. Truly. Could he be the next Ariana Grande? Who knows—” YN bursts into another fit of laughter when Harry quickly comes in from the sideline and tucks her neck in the crook of his arm.

“Take it back.” He laughs.

She squeals out his name as he nearly pulls her off her interview chair but she’s quick to pinch his side, making him let go immediately when she touches his ticklish spot.

YN sits on one of the chairs inside the recording room. She has a leg on top of the other with Harry's clipboard in hand. She bounces her sick covered foot up and down to the sound of Harry singing into the padded microphone who's only about an arms length away. Both of them wear their studio headphones to listen to the music.

When he finishes singing the first verse, Harry decides to do an experimental whistle riff instead of scatting it like his last take.

While still looking down at Harry's written words, YN mindlessly harmonizes his riff.

They both look up at each other with wide eyes and curling lips in a playful scoff. She meets his outreached hand with a slap before sliding her hand down to his fingers and pulling it back with a snap of their fingers.

“Yeah, that’s what I thought.” YN snickers as he walks away with a hand to his side. The rest of the crew members chuckle, making sure to capture every bit of their interaction. As she fixes her hair, you can hear him distantly say ‘brat’ from his spot somewhere behind the camera.

“Wanker.” She smirks at the camera.

Next Song Here! ☎️

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