You were the daughter of a producer man, so it was only natural for you to end up enjoying the musical word so much. Your father started to set out in the boyband's world, and you decided to come along to meet and help the boys for his first boyband project to adapt to the studio. You were older than them, from your father's words they were inbetween 17 and 19 years old, they were five boys —Niall, Harry, Zayn, Liam and Louis—, while you were 21.

That was how it all had started and now, after a year and half of their first debut in X-Factor, they had gained an enormous fame and many many fans that loved them to death. And well, then it was you, the girl that had turned into their guide and productor —after your father had decided you would do a good job with them— that they loved so dearly. It was always fun to work with them, they were teenagers that still had their childish touch to them, and you never knew with what shenaningans they might come up with, and —of course— they also were pretty good at doing their job.

Right now you were sitting on a chair next to a computer in the main room of the studio —were they recorded—, you were calmly huming a tune as you adjusted the music to the records of them singing plus the chorus to make the harmony while the band members sat on the two couches eating snacks and talking and laughing about whatever. Suddenly, you felt someone sneak up behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist, nuzzling his head on the skin of your neck as his chest pressed flush against your back. You knew who it was right away, it was Harry —the younger (17) and also the most clingy and affectionate out of them all—. He kept his arms wrapped around your waist from behind as his nose rested against the nape of your neck, he liked the faintly sweet smell of your perfume, his almost doe-like blue eyes looking up at you as his brown curls tickled the skin of your lower jaw "mnheyy" he mumbled against the skin of your neck with one of his charmingly sweet smiles.