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*Irish's POV*
I went back to the hotel early this morning. They're gonna have an interview today. I saw the boys having their breakfast on the couch except Harry.
"Guys, where's Harry?" I asked.
Niall turned to look at me while still munching his food.
"He's in the room." he responded.
"Thanks, Ni." I replied with a smile.
I opened the door to Louis and Harry's room. I saw Harry, only with a towel wrapped around his waist, trying to mix and match his clothes.
Before I could manage to take a step back off the room, he saw me standing at the door.
"Hey babe, come on in. Could you help me find a nice outfit?" He asked, politely.
"Sure." I responded. It's too late to back out, Irish. I stood beside him and helped him search from the pile of clothes scattered on the bed.
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*Harry's POV*
As we were looking for some clothes to fit, I couldn't help myself but turn my attention to Irish. I'd rather look at her for hours than find something to wear. Like seriously. I'm always comfortable to be in commando mode.
"Why are you staring at me?" she asked. I felt the warm feeling verging upon my cheeks.
"I'm not."
"You are. Creep." She responded, too busy searching on the bunch of clothes on the bed.
"Hey, I'm not a creep." I replied, defensively.
"Whatever. Here. Try these." She said, handing me the rock grey V-neck shirt, skinny jeans and a pair black lace up boots.
I took them from her hands but I didn't move from where I was standing.
"Didn't you hear me?" She asked, her arms crossed over her chest.
I stood there like a stone.I needed to think of an excuse. Think Harry. Just think.
"I. uh. I" I stuttered before I finally composed myself. "Of course I did. But how can I put these on if you're still standing there looking at me?" I said, smirking.
Nice one.
She suddenly blushed and quickly turned away from me.
"Put them on. I will not look at you. Just tell me when you're done." she said shyly, facing the wall.
"Okay." I replied.
I tossed the towel on the bed and put the clothes one by one. When I was all set, I told Irish she could turn back again to see how I looked.
"Pretty good, Harry. Anything suits you tho." She said, fixing the sleeves of my shirt.
"Thanks, babe." I said, kissing her on the cheek.
I don't know why I did that. But I just did. Didn't I?
I looked at Irish and I just made her blush again. And now she's hesitating to look at me.
"We're good to go. I'll just get my bag." She said, smiling awkwardly as she stormed out of the room.
I walked up next to her and we saw Paul waiting for us.
"Come on guys, we got to go." Paul said.
"Be right there!" Niall shouted.
"By the way, Irish, you should probably just stay here today."
"But why? I want her to go with us." I asked, abruptly.
"It's not that I don't want her to go with us Harry, but the paparazzi are waiting there. I just don't want her to get mobbed and harassed with questions about the bar incident."
"It's okay Paul. I understand." She said.
"Are you sure babe?" I asked her.
"Yeah. Don't worry." she responded.
"I'll be back in a few hours. Then we'll go somewhere." I said.
"Where?"
"At the bakeshop where I used to work. Meet me at 3 at Starbucks okay? But for now, just stay here. You can text the girls to keep you company or just text me if you need anything."" I said, pinching her nose.
"Okay babe. I think you should go now. You might be late." She replied, smiling at me.
We then head off and went to our interview.
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*Irish's POV*
Instead of staying at the hotel, I rode in the cab to Sofie's flat. Not that far from where me and the boys were staying. I also called El to go and hang out with us.
"Last night was crazy." Sofie said, lyin on the floor.
"Yeah. That's why Paul decided that I should not come with them today on the interview. He's afraid I might get mobbed by the paparazzi." I said while munching some fluffy marshmallows.
El plumped down the bed and shared some of the nachos she made at Sofie's mini kitchen.
"Sometimes .. well most of the time, it sucks to have the paparazzi everywhere. Like, you really can't do your thing and all that stuff." El complained.
"The downside of having a famous boyfriend." Sofie said.
"For the most part, I could say that it's true. But at some point, you'd just learn to go with the flow and never give a damn about them or anybody." El said, giving us her usual irresistible smile.
We let the time slipped by watching movies and taking selfies because we're really that bored.
I then opened my Instagram and post a selfie of us.
"me and the babes @eleanorjcalder @sofiesllvn ❤️❤️"
"We look cute here." Sofie giggled.
"I know. But wait, what time is it now?" I asked.
"It's quarter to 3. Why?" El asked.
I jumped out of bed and put my sneakers on.
"I gotta go. Gonna meet my prince! See ya!" I said before I stormed out of the room.
