Will We Click? [A One Direction / Harry Styles fanfiction]

Something, Something

Hi, I’m sorry it’s been a while. I got busy with CET reviews, and I had a major writers’ block for this chapter, because I was so focused on what I wanted to happen after this chapter. So my friend (Hi Kaye) decided to just let me make a filler chapter so… yeah.

Plus I had an emotional breakdown because of all the drama in the fandom (and maybe because I got overly Jelly because a certain someone is living the fangirl life byE)

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CHAPTER 14

Louis’ POV

We were scheduled for another interview, today. It’s ridiculous, really, the number of interviews we have this week. This is the second, it being only Tuesday, and we have another on Friday. I’m not quite sure on what show we’re being interviewed on today, I think it’s the, uh… the… The something something show. (I tried to remember, I really did)

We just arrived at the studio and the van was being parked. I don’t know about the rest of the lads, but I feel like there’s something wrong with Harry. He was his usual self earlier back in the flat, but now he just seemed quiet. I tried to get him to look at me so I can ask what’s up, but it’s as if he’s actually avoiding me. Did I do something wrong? Ok I shouldn’t worry too much, maybe he’s just nervous, even though this is the nth interview we’ve had since X Factor…

“Hey Paul, what channel is this interview going to be on?” I asked him as we got out of the van and started walking towards the entrance.

“Animal Planet.” He said with a serious expression, making Liam, Niall and Zayn laugh. I for one, am not amused!!! Yeah, Harry wasn’t really laughing, he just gave a small smile and looked back down at the ground, putting his hands in his jeans pocket as we walked.

“I’m serious!” I said to Paul.

“I’m Paul!”

“Ha-ha, very funny Paul.” I said as I playfully rolled my eyes at him. “No, really. What channel is this going to be on?”

“I’m not really sure,” he said, thinking about it for a moment. “I think it went like the… the something, something show…” See! I’m not the only one who forgot the name!

“Alright you five get going, you’re all going to be late. Again!” He said as he motioned for us to walk faster, or rather sprint. I think we can join the Olympics, we got to the dressing room in less than a minute. Speaking of the Olympics, I’d really love to perform there one day. Eh, who am I kidding, like that’s ever going to happen. As we entered the dressing room, everything and everyone was in a rush, we were immediately pulled to our own seats, got our hair and whatever fixed and were handed our wardrobe for the interview. The crew backstage made us line up in a rush. Wow are we really that late?

“Harry?” I asked, as the curly haired boy joined the line. He looked at me with an expression I honestly couldn’t read. “You alright?”

“Yeah.” He said before looking straight and plastering a smile on his face as the woman called us all out. We all waved and smiled at the live audience, and I took my usual spot at the end of the sofa. I waited for Harry to sit next to me, but surprisingly he decided to sit in between Liam and Niall today on the other side. I was at the end, and Zayn was beside me. I don’t think I was the only one who was confused at this sudden change of arrangements because I saw Niall give Harry a look that he quickly masked with a smile to the audience.

“Hi boys!” The hostess with blonde hair said. “So, welcome to ‘The Something, Something Show!’” She said with a big smile as the audience clapped.