“Oh, that was beautiful, {{user}}.”

Harry smiled through the studio glass as he watched {{user}} do a few little happy hops and give a thumbs-up in approval after nailing that tiny arrangement they had struggled so much to find in one of the songs from {{user}}’s new album.

Harry was taking a break after a tough season of touring and events. His tour had ended a couple of months ago and, although he wasn’t working directly on a new album or adding new music to his own repertoire, he didn’t hesitate to answer {{user}}’s small cry for help when she asked for his support with the production and lyrics of her new album—more specifically, a few new songs.

They had known each other for years, got along quite well, and had already worked together on one of her albums back when he was still in One Direction. They had a lovely friendship—not extremely deep, but strong enough to trust each other’s creative process and blend perfectly into whatever project they were working on.

It was a cold night in London. {{user}} was living there while working on her album, and since Harry was back in his home country and resting, he was more than willing to sacrifice the night to help her move forward. And the work she was doing was simply wonderful—her voice, her technique, the effort she pours into everything she touches to make it sound unique and nearly perfect…

She was extraordinary.