More Interviews? Really? More of This Too?!

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Harry’s POV

            I woke up feeling funny. I stood up and looked down and noticed my nails were painted and I started cursing. “Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit.”

            I looked in the mirror finding my hair straightened and make-up all over my face. I looked like the attack of mimes. I did the logic thing at a time like this. I screamed like a bloody girl.

            Everyone ran in except Melissa. Everyone was laughing while I was crying. My hair, my beautiful hair.

            “You arses!” I yelled.

            “Here’s a curler!” Louis said handing me Melissa’s curler.

            I went into the shower and started showering all of this away. I got out and blow dried my hair making it less straight. I began curling my hair making it manageable. I got out and got dressed in grey skinny jeans and a V-neck white shirt. I put on a beanie and noticed my grey one was gone. I left the living room finding Melissa wearing it. I hadn’t noticed before but she looked pretty good in it. She was looking very stunning in the clothes she picked out. I sat next to her and kissed her slowly. She woke up and kissed me back. I kept kissing her until she started laughing while I kissed her.

            “Ugh, I don’t want to move.” She whined.

            “Sorry, you gotta. We have an interview today. About the Haylor and Harrissa crap.”

            She got up slowly and looked at her clothes. “I like this beanie. Can I wear it again?”

            “Sure.” I laughed.

            She changed into a yellow sundress and gray high heels. She was still wearing the gray beanie. She was beautiful.

            “Get in the bloody car!” Liam yelled at all of us.

            We groaned and obeyed. We got in slowly and Melissa laid on my lap and started hug my leg. “Harry.” She mumbled.

Melissa’s POV

            I woke up and was dragged out of the car and brought inside the studio. I saw Taylor Swift and I ran up and hugged her. “Oh my God, you are my idol!” I said. “I love all your songs! You are the best singer in the world!”

            “Excuse me!” all the boys said.

            “Best FEMALE singer.” I rephrased.

            “Aww, thanks, and hey, I’m not dating Harry. Don’t worry.” She laughed.

            “I would be happy if you were dating Harry if we never dated in the first place.” I admitted. It was the completely true. She was wonderful, I am just worried she might write a song about him. A hateful song. She has that power!

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