Harry:
Last one of the day, thank goodness. You had been stuck in this dark room for the last five hours; the only breaks coming between interviewer exchanges. But after sitting through twenty or so interviews, listening to the same questions being asked over and over again, you were ready to crack. You couldn't even imagine how the boys felt. Harry would tell you it's just a part of the job, but what a painstakingly boring part of the job it must be. You sit on a chair, away from the cameras, scrolling through your schedules to confirm once more that the day was coming to an end.
"Hey baby" you hear and look up from the bright screen. You are met with Harry's bright smile.
"Do you think you can get some tickets for these ladies to our tour in American next year?" You glare at him. He knew how hard it was for you to rummage up tickets after they had already gone on sale. He continues to smile, and you just roll your eyes.
"Yeah, I'll see what I can do." You get up from your spot in the corner, scrolling through your contacts to find the Ticketmaster staff member you had to call at least three times a week these days.
"She's great at negotiation, she will find you some," Harry insists, to the ladies that had just told him and the boys how massively in love with them their daughters' were.
"How many do you need?" You question, poking your head back into the room.
"Six," Harry answers, not bothering to ask the women, giving them two extras for tagalongs. You sigh and close the door again. The other boys get up to mull around the room, their day officially over. Harry still remains on the couch though, not wanting to leave the women awkwardly sitting there while the rest of the boys slowly exit the room.
"Is she in charge of you all?" One of them questions about you. "Like human resources?" Harry can only laugh.
"No, just me. She's kind of become my assistant. I think I get on her nerves to be honest," he teases but actually half serious. It was always hard to tell with him.
"Oh I'm sure that's not the case," the other counters.
"You're a lovely young man. I'm sure you don't ask much of her anyways. You seem to do a lot of things on your own."
"I wish I could say that I did, but in all honesty, it's all her. All she has to do is learn how to do hair and she would be the only reason I'm even functioning." The women laugh, shaking their heads.
"That can't be true, you seem so independent."
"Well there's nothing wrong with a little help, especially when it's coming from someone as great as she is," he explains, turning to look at you as you walk back into the room." You walk past the cameras and over to him once you see the rest of the boys have cleared out.
"Okay, I've got six on the floor, in section A. It will be crowded but they're the best seats in the stadium. There is also three and three in the seats next to the stage, first row in section 110. It's your choice." They had no idea what you had just gone through to get these options. People were going to have to be moved, contest winners were going to have to sit elsewhere, you were creating chaos with this request. The women looked at Harry, unsure of where they should sit.
"Go for the floor seats , it's a lot more fun down there," he assures them and you get back on the phone to confirm the seats. The women get up from their spots on the couch, hugging and thanking Harry for everything.
"Thank you," they say to you as you stand by the door, placing your phone in your pocket, not wanting to deal with it anymore today.
"My pleasure," you return with a smile. Once they are out of the room you turn to him.
