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Chapter 3

I decide to start out with the easy questions. Well, easy to me, anyway. I didn't write these questions.

"So, how long have you guys been a band?" I ask.

"Almost three years." the one named Louis answers.

I ask them a couple more questions, but then I figure it's getting too boring. They aren't the most interesting questions and  sure they've been asked them many times before. So, in a stroke of genius, I decide to play a game with them.

"Okay so, I'm gonna say a word or phrase and you just say whatever comes to mind first. This is timed... but no pressure." I say just to add pressure. I actually get on quite well with these guys. Well, four out of five ain't bad. The boys haven't played this game before and seem genuinely excited to play it. Good. Otherwise, I would be pretty embarrassed.

"Okay, Liam, your word is...food." I say.

"Niall because he's always hungry." Liam rattles off.

"Niall, your word is funny."

"Lou because he's always makin' jokes." Niall anwers quickly.

"Lou, who's the quietest?" I read quickly say off the top of my head.

"Um, none of us are very quiet but out of the gorup I'd have to say...Zayn! Even though he's come out of his shell quite a bit since we first met him." Lou rattles of, only pausing momentarily.

Zayn looks at Louis and smirks.

"Thanks mate." he says with a laugh.

We're starting to run out of time and I still have two more questions for the game.

"Zayn, who's probably the best cook?"

"Oh, definately Harry. Even though Lou makes a mean bowl of cereal." Zayn jokes.

"What can I say?" Louis shrugs, laughing.

"Harry, who'd you say is the most romantic out of the group?" I ask.

He snaps out of whatever trance he was in. Something's tearing him up on the inside. I can tell. I almost feel bad for him but have to remind myself that I don't care. Just like he doesn't care about me. He's about to answer when the buzzer goes off and time's up, though Harry doesn't seem to care.

"Okay, so, now I have to ask you about your childhoods. What were they like?" I ask.

The boys are actually really open about their childhoods and I learn loads about the guys I never cared learn about. It turns out, surprisingly, that they're really down to earth guys. Well, except for Harry, of course.

"Well guys, it was really nice meeting you." I say and they all give me hugs. Even Harry. I bear though it, ecstatic to know I won't ever have to see him again after today.

Okay so, you're probably wondering why I despise this pathetic excuse for a human being so much when I said that we were best friends. Or, I at least thought we were. Here, let me replay the story for you.

*Flashback*

Harry and I had been friends since we were babies, all through Pre-K, grade school, middle school, and almost all of high school. Almost. It was the day before our graduation and we'd decided we were going to spend it on the beach together.

"I can't believe we're graduating!" I exclaimed. Oddly, Harry didn't seem so excited though. I thought it was just nerves or the fact that we aren't kids anymore.

"I know." he said and then ran his fingers through his chocolate brown, curly hair. It was a habit of his, something he only did when he had something on his mind. I've always loved his hair, but he only did this when he was really distressed.