Nialls POV:
The wind blew against my cheeks and I wrapped my arms around me, fighting against the force. A silver Mercedes pulled up in front of me and the driver immediately got out, opening the door for me. I jumped in and the warm breeze embraced me sending shivers down my spine.
He shut the door and circled the car, sitting in and turning on the radio. One of my songs was playing and I laughed as I sang along whilst digging in my pockets to take out my phone. The hard rectangular device came into my hands and I pulled it out.
I unlocked the bright screen and whizzed through my texts, replying to the urgent ones. I found myself on my pictures and as I looked through them I found the last one I took with my brother Harry. It had been about a year now since we last met or talked. We were really close but the fact that everyone thought he was better than me tore us apart. I guess I tore us apart. After all it has always been my fault, anything bad happens and my name was spilling out of their tongues. Their precious Harry could never do anything wrong. Even though they don’t even know that he did do everything, I was just the little decoration piece that he used to cover up his mistakes.
The car hauled to a stop and the driver hurried out and opened my door for me. I locked my phone and slipped it back into my pocket as I got out meeting the cold again.
The security ran over and surrounded me making it hard for me to breathe. They covered me up as girls began screaming and shouting my name from all around. I looked down and smiled, it was nice to know that someone loved me. We began shuffling towards the entrance and I raised my hand and waved around to let them know that I appreciated the endless amount of support they gave me.
The security men took me inside the radio station and the strong flowery smell crept up my nose making me sneeze and rub my nose viciously to make the tickly feeling go away. The men parted away and only two of them took me by the arms and leaded me to the lift. I entered the small box and felt the butterflies in my stomach go crazy as the lift went up; I was always so bad with these kinds of things.
The beep went off and the metal doors slid open. The two men guided me out and led me down the hallway until we came face to face with a red door, one of them abruptly opening it as I stumbled in. The radio interviewer stood in front of us, a warm smile plastered on her face. My lips curved up into a small smile and she held her hand out for me to shake.
“Hi I’m Hayley”
“Niall” I said as my cold hands met her warm ones.
We shook hands and she smoothed her white skirt down, her chocolate brown eyes sparkling just like her silky dip-dyed blue and black hair.
I sat in the black chair awaiting for me behind a wooden desk and put on the headphones, tapping on the microphone hanging in front of me causing me to hear a soft muffling noise in my ears alerting me that my mic was working.
“The interview will begin in about 10 minutes” Hayley softly said to me, invading my thoughts.
I looked at her and smiled. “Thanks” I mumbled.
She smiled back as she flipped her hair back and walked over to her desk, taking a seat. I sighed and looked at the set list for songs on the screen; my eyes scanning through them quickly as my phone began vibrating against my leg. I leaned sideways and took it out, the screen lighting up with Pauls name on it. I answered it and listened as his deep voice echoed through.
“Hello, Niall?”
“Yeah?”
“You’re at the radio show right?”
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