15. If in Doubt, Just Shimmy and Pout.
I clacked my way down the dark corridor, holding the metal rail shakily, as I stood on the ramp behind Niall. I could barely breathe. We were waiting behind the set door for our introduction and cue to enter the show. The drive to the TV station had gone quickly. Too quickly.
Although the trip was short, it had been impossible to ignore the swarms of girls that sprinted alongside our car; waving and slapping the windows, begging for a glimpse of the boys.
It was amazing, I had no idea how they even knew which car to follow! All the windows were heavily tinted and we’d separated into three SUV’s; the third of which didn’t even include any of the boys, only Russell and Paula.
“You alright?” Harry whispered huskily in front of me.
“Yeah, no problem,” I squeaked. “Just about to wet myself is all.”
He chuckled warmly, easing the twist of knots in my stomach slightly.
“Just remember;” I could hear Niall behind me. He counted off his fingers.
“Fans, playful, be vague and we got your back.” He slapped my back twice to reiterate his point. He obviously didn’t realise his own strength. Harry snorted as I bumped into him, before regaining my balance.
I thought back to the car ride.
Harry, Niall and Louis had given me some last minute tips for getting through this interview without crapping myself.
“Make a joke, when all else fails.” Louis advised. “Keep things playful. Tense interviews are bloody awkward.”
Niall nodded in agreement. “Especially if they ask you a personal question. If you don’t have an answer, just be vague about it.”
“Speaking of which,” Harry interrupted. “If you can’t answer a question, we’ve discovered that pretty much everything can be tied back to how grateful we are for the fans.” I laughed, forgetting my nerves for a second.
“Seriously?”
He nodded at Louis.
Immediately, Louis morphed his voice into a nasally American accent, holding up a black pen as a moustache. “Now, Mr Styles, I bet the fans are absolutely dying to know about your relationship with Susan Boyle! Tell me, is it like looking into a mirror every time you’re together?” He waggled his eyebrows up and down suggestively.
Niall and I burst out laughing, but Harry kept a straight face. He cleared his throat and turned on his charming mega-watt smile.
Wow. Even I had to admit, if I was the kind of girl to swoon over a good-looking guy, I’d be in a puddle on the floor right now.
“Susan’s a great person.” He began. “I can’t tell you what an amazing feeling it is to have such incredible fans supporting us every step of the way. We owe them everything.”
“Amazing.” Niall added supportively.
“WOOOOO!” Louis clapped, whipping away the pen and almost hitting the driver in the face. “And that, kids, is how it’s done!”
I laughed. That really had been seamless. I hadn’t even noticed Harry skip over the question entirely. Although that might just have been because he was Harry Styles. Charm was practically oozing out of every pore. I watched as Harry snapped out of celebrity mode and narrowed his eyes at Louis.
“Susan Boyle huh? Thanks a lot, mate.”
Louis shrugged. “Don’t deny it Harold, she’s a magnificent woman.”
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Chasing Blue Roses
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