" 𝕳ey, Jeff".

Harry sits opposite the American, a slight smile on his face as he offers a warm greeting to his impatient manager.

"Harry", Jeff nods in response.

"So, whatcha' got?".

Rather nervously, Harry passes him the diary he'd brought along for this meeting.

Three days ago when Jeff received a call from his client asking, begging him to fly out to London, Jeffery Azoff was over the moon.

It was an obvious sign that Harry had finally managed to write something that he would, on a normal day, describe as 'worthwhile'.

So, naturally, Jeff booked the first flight to London due in three days.

And when Harry insisted that they meet at Abbey Road Studios as soon as his flight lands, Jeff was beyond ecstatic — which is in his rather dramatic words equivalent to dying.

And now, as they sit facing each other, Harry's not so sure anymore.

Jeff's brows pull together in a furrow, amused eyes running over each word as he swiftly turns the pages not even sparing a glance in Harry's direction.

Harry clears his throat hoping to gain his attention but when Jeff doesn't so much as a bat an eye in his direction, he coughs.

Seeing his indifferent attitude continue, Harry finally opens his mouth.

"So? What do you think?".

Jeff's head snaps up with a suspicious look.

"Harry, you have zero finished songs here".

"I know", the brunet nods.

"So, what am I doing here? You called me all the way out here from LA, just to show me some outlines?".

The scowl on Jeff's face tells Harry that he is everything but happy and if it weren't for the infinite amount of trust he'd bestowed on his long time friend, Harry might have feared that Jeff was about to pounce on him, claws first.

He winces, "Not.....exactly. I just really really needed to show you these and find out if they were worth continuing. Then maybe I could....get back in the studio, y'know get working".

Sighing, Jeff puts the notebook down.

"These are amazing, Harry. And I know you're trying to look for excuses to stop my weekly calls from being so.....'demanding' but this", he gestures towards the diary silently lying in the middle of the table, "is not it. I love these but they still need a lot of work".

The pointed look in his eyes makes Harry exhale quietly.

"I know", he admits glancing down.

A couple moments of silence follow and the next question that leaves Jeff's mouth has Harry almost choking on his spit.

"Did you meet someone?".

"What? No. No, no. Not at all", Harry clears his throat, "nope".

Jeff chuckles, "You're clearly lying but okay. If whatever you've been doing is helping you come up with this", he points at the diary, "then continue it. Please continue it because I have a feeling, this album's gonna be big big".

Harry thinks of Darlene. Her captivating blue eyes that crinkle lightly when she laughs at his stupid jokes, the way she narrows her eyes at him when she catches him staring at her on more than one occasion.

The way she rolls her eyes every time he tries to be 'romantic' and surprise her with insignificant little trips to places around London that he's sure she's visited before but for his sake, she dramatically widens her eyes and smiles that bright all knowing smile because for once, she'd let him feel like the one in control.

Even more, the way her lips feel on his and the daily rants about every single fictional character she falls in love with as soon as a book she'd been reading ends.

Jeff resists the urge to smirk when Harry seems completely lost in his thoughts.

"I'm here for the next week. If you want, you can fly back to LA with me, get the guys together....."

Harry immediately shakes his head declining the offer.

"No, I think.....I think I'm gonna need some more time here with.....with my family. At least until New Year's".

"As you wish", he shrugs.

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