~ The Interview~
I woke up and my hair was literally sticking to my face from the sobby-night prior.
I can’t believe that my mother was here and I saw her.
Maybe, it was only a dream.
Anyways, I got out of bed and threw my hair up in a ponytail quickly and headed out into the common room in search of Harry, Niall, Zayn, Louis, and Liam.
I walked out there and saw Ryan with Dylan eating some cereal.
Oh, that’s right I left them the other night.
Honestly, it was all a major blur to me now.
I gathered with the two guys and poured myself some cereal like they have.
I ate in silence.
Once Ryan had finished his cereal, he spoke to clear the air.
“So, I have to leave for work soon and while I’m there I will put a good word in and try to get you that record deal thingy, okay?” I hesitantly nodded.
He smiled at me before packing up his plate and rinsing it off in the sink.
He grabbed his kid and they left out the front door.
It’s amazing how fast the sound cleared as if they had never been there in the first place.
It kind of scared me actually.
At first I sat in silence. I didn’t know what to do. I just sat there like a statue.
I zoned out easily, staring at nothing.
A few hours went by when I finally realized how unhealthy that was for me.
I forced myself up and gave myself a tour of the beautiful little cottage Ryan and Dylan lived in.
I saw all the little nooks and crannies that made the house unique.
After a while I just decided to watch some television.
I flipped through multiple channels but one of them caught my attention so fast it made my head spin.
One Direction were on the screen in some interview.
Interviewer: “So who is this girl you lads have been seeing a lot? We have some photos.”
She pointed to the giant computer screen hanging on the wall.
Up popped a picture of me with my hair down and I was wearing a pair of shades and walking with the boys to their flat.
I blushed.
Niall: A girl...
Interviewer: Yeah, we see that. Who is this girl?
Liam: A girl we found on the street one night.
Interviewer: What happened?
Louis: She was some crazy fan and she followed us home.
Zayn: She told us her story and we took her in off of pitty.
Interviewer: What was her “story”?
Louis: I don’t even remember. Something pitiful. Something stupid. Not worth remembering.
Interviewer: Harry, you’ve been kind of quiet. Do you have anything to say about this? Do you agree with this?
Harry: It’s the truth, there’s nothing else to say. That’s the end of it.
Interviewer: You heard it here from themselves here on {so and so}
With that I shut the TV off.
