“You boys ready?” Paul asked us, and we nodded. “Five minutes.” He said, and he walked out the door.
“This is your interview, Nialler!” Liam joked. “When we’re in Ireland, you take over!”
Niall just grinned and laughed. It always made me happy to be in Ireland, because Niall was the happiest, and there was nothing like that kids real smile.
“You alright, babe?” Harry asked me softly, wrapping his arms around my waist from behind me, resting his head on my shoulder.
I smiled and relaxed into his body, putting my hands on his. “Yeah,” I said, turning to kiss his cheek, “I’m great. I just always get a little anxious during interviews.”
“Well it never shows,” he complimented me.
I sighed. “Thanks. I just wish we didn’t have to hide, Harry. I hate answering girlfriend questions.”
“I know, love.” He sighed back. “Someday, I promise, we’ll be free and this will all be worth it.”
“It already is,” I whispered back, and he hugged me tightly.
“I love you.” He responded.
“I love you more.” I said, as he released me, and we went on to do the interview.
I hated interviews, because I hated lying. I hated talking about my ‘relationship’ with Eleanor, and I hated hurting Harry. He always told me it was okay, but I knew deep down that it killed him. I was always the one who had to deny any rumors of Harry and I. Harry tried it once; he wasn’t very convincing, and he literally broke down the second we were back in the dressing room. He cried and apologized over and over again, while I held him and told him it was okay. After that, I took over handling all rumors. It hurt that I could be so convincing about it.
We started our interview on The Late Late Show, and it was going pretty well. It was one of the more formal interviews, but I tried to let Niall talk a little more. He deserved it, and he was eating up.
“Okay,” the interviewer asked. “Is it true that Taylor Swift,” I dropped my head to hide my surprise at him bringing this up. This was Harry’s problem, “invited one of you to dinner quietly after her show one night recently?” I got really defensive when this was brought up, but I ignored it.
“I didn’t get asked…” Harry lied.
“Niall?”
“Neither did I, sadly enough.” Niall said.
“Louis, want to deny it?”
“Yeah, definitely wasn’t me,” I said. Seriously, me and Taylor Swift? No fucking way.
“Zayn?”
“Definitely wasn’t me!” He said.
“You know what the funniest thing was?” Liam said, and everyone laughed. I smiled, grateful to him for changing the subject. He was always good at doing that when he knew Harry and I would be uncomfortable.
“Harry, is it true that you once kissed a girl under 40?”
I couldn’t help but to laugh, as did everyone else. Not recently I thought. He never asked about a boy under 40. He moved on, and he asked Zayn the dreaded question, about spending time with our girlfriends.
