A Dress And Red Convers

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"Freya!" A voice called through the door, "Are you awake?"
"NO!" I called back, rubbing my eyes.
The door opened, it was Harry, his curly hair ruffled, "We have an interview in an hour. Leeroy left a few clothes for you downstairs."
Louis appeared only in tracksuit bottom, rapping a hand around Harry's waist. "Morning love," he yawned, resting his head on Harry's shoulder. "Oh, morning Freya." He kissed Harry on the cheek and walked off the stairs. Seconds later their was a loud thud. "Ouch!" Louis called out.
Harry went running, "Lou! Did you fall down the stairs?"
"Noooooo..."
"Really, it sounded like you did?"
"If I did, will you carry me?" Louis asked, his blue eyes glued to Harry.
"Sure, but only if you are injured."
"Yes, I did fall down the stairs, and I am very injured," Louis pouted, looking up at Harry.
"Really, what's wrong?"
"I am having a headache in my elbow!"
Harry bent over and scooped Louis up like it was nothing and carried him back upstairs.

I wondered into the dressing room to try and find the clothes Leeroy had left.
I stumbled across a box labelled 'Freya' and began to look through it. Nothing in their real caught my eye, so I just slipped on the dress and shoes from yesterday, a small necklace, and some knees high white socks. They seemed a good idea but just got itchy, so i had to roll them down all the time. It's was really annoying.

As we pulled up to the studio our interview was taking place in, hundreds of fans swarmed the car banging on the window. They were photographers everywhere, click their cameras, girls all pushing and showing, trying to get as near as possible to the boys. Our bodyguard was trying to hold them off, but there were just so many.

"Hello, I'm Charly, I'm going to be interviewing you today. Lovely to meet you. Please make yourselves comfortable."
I sat down in between Niall and Louis nervously taping my leg. It was my first interview, and I'd only know the boys a day.
"You ok?" Louis whispered in my ear.
I nodded as he patted me on the back.
"How are you finding the fans?" Charly asked the question directed at me.
"Loud," I was so nervous my voice was wobbling, Niall noticed and put his arm around me.
"They screamed a lot, don't they!"
I nodded, relaxing a bit. It wasn't so bad, right?
"I bet you scream like that," Charly grinned.
"Not really," i replied.
"I bet you do, all girls do!" The interview laughed, "Well, maybe not now, you'll see when you're 16!''
I was wrong. This was HORRIBLE!
"If you are implying what I think is horrible," Liam shouted, sitting up sharply.
I sunk into my seat, covering my face, Louis grabbed onto my hand. "Don't listen to them, interviewers are horrible, not all, but most," he whispered to me.
"Calm down, I was just joking about," Charly sighed, "Anyway what even is the point of her being in the band?"
"Well, we wanted to help someone in need, changed their life around. We all want kids, so why not adopt one," Harry exclaimed, "We thought - "
"No, I mean like, why bother? She's a girl. She can't really do much. Did you just get her so she can cook and clean for you, like a proper woman? and please you if you know what I mean," Charly asked.
"WHAT!" Niall shouted.
"That's horrible!" Zayn cried.
"Right, we are leaving!" Liam shouted, getting up.

"Sorry about that. Most interviews are really fun. Our next one is on the radio, so it will be fine, plus it's not for ages," Zayn said as we climbed into the car,
"Are you OK?"
"Yeah, I'm fine, don't worry," I nodded, "Is it true, what you said in the interview about wanting to adopt a kid?" I was curious because I had been told I was practically sold, and they all seemed surprised when Marcel introduced me.
"Oh, well, kinda we spoke about how fun having a kid that we all co-parent would be," Harry exclaimed, "S!mon, though it would be good for us and would help the bands image."
"Who is S!mon?" I asked, I was a bit confused, so did they never directly know about it?
"He's our manager. He makes ALL the big decisions." Niall added. "I'm hungry!"
"I swear to God, Niall, you are ALWAYS hungry!" Louis rolled his eyes.