Broken Bottles of Glass

Out-Freak on the Telly

At the interview

Louis P.O.V

Sitting on the big couch in between Zayn and Harry, I was really hoping the interviewer was interested in everyone else and kind of avoided me. Its not that I didn't like it, I just wished they didn't bring up certain things. They always are asking me about what exactly happened during the attack and it will make me think about the scars and bruises. Snapping out of my daze I looked towards Niall who was answering a question about food. "Yeah," Niall said. "It's hard to say if I love food or Demi Lovato more, probably about equal, you know?" Next to me Harry was obviously really tired, like about to fall asleep tired. Nudging him with my elbow, he shot up but tried to act as if nothing happened. I kind of giggled to myself but it seemed enough for the interviewer to comment, "what's so funny over there guys?" She asked. I stiffened but Harry was calm and casually answered, "I had to stop myself from falling off this couch, and wasn't succeeding inb doing that at first'" he said and then chuckled. The Interviewer turned to me and asked, "So Louis, how've you been? " I figured she was hinting at my "sob story" but instead started telling her about the charity ball that I had done. "Well it went really great. I donated some money and it was so much fun to talk to all the strong little girls and boys I had met. Some parents had told me that their child hadn't been very happy compared to the ball. And I think that's because its exciting and different but its not like typical high school and school; no one's there to judge." "Well," she said. "I'm really happy for you, that was such a good thing to do. Was it a little personal to see those kids that dealt so much with different problems at such a young age? With the attack and everything?" Right after she said that I tensed and tried to keep myself from freaking out. Flashes of that night kept reappearing and I was quickly losing my breath, almost like a panic attack. The rest of the group kept trying to calm me down but the interviewer was still and the cameras were still rolling so their breathing and reassurances weren't helping. I just wanted to get out of here and out of my mind and out of everywhere. A strong body, started to pull me up out of the couch and led me out. I held on to him like a lifeline as I was still seeing what happened and feeling it as well. The director said cut and I was taken somewhere else.