Be More Realistic

Interview

My phone vibrated in my pocket. I pulled it out. It was a text from Harry.

Harry: Want to come to our interview on What's Now?

Me: Sure, what time?

Harry: Be here by four thirty

Okay. I have one hour, considering its 3:00, and the studios are about a half hour away. Okay, first things first, I need to shower.

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I walked out of the house wearing a pretty purple dress with a low back and high neckline, silver earrings, silver bangles, an silver necklace with an infinity symbol, and silver wedges. Since I'm tall, pumps are too high for me, or I would be towering over everyone. My violet hair is straightened so it reaches my elbows. I grab my car keys, and look at the time. 3:55. Not too shabby.

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Once I arrive there, I immediately notice Harry. Why is he so darn sexy! He looks over at me and his eyes widen. Oh no, I must have something in my teeth. He walks over an I blush. I must look like an idiot. I probably look terrible next to him.

"Amanda. Why do you always have to come here and outdoes me?"

Huh?

"What do you mean? I overdressed didn't I? Oh crap, sorry-"

"No. I mean I look like a hobo compared to you."

I feel my cheeks reddening. "Harry, you look amazing."

"I know. Anyway, so I'm not sure but everyone thinks we're dating so when she asks if I am, come out and we will explain."

"Okey dokey."

He chuckles and walks away, getting cued to start. I watch from the side, admiring them as they interview. To think I used to worship them. Now I'm pretty much best friends with them. Wow. I snap out of my haze once I hear "Who here is single?"

Harry, Niall and Liam raise their hands. The stunning interviewer looks at Harry. "What do you mean? Did you and that wannabe already break up?"

I get pushed and, hopefully, confidently walk onstage. The woman looks at me with utmost disgust and envy. Harry scoots over and I sit down beside him.

"We were never dating," Harry explains. "Amanda and I are close friends." I smile to myself. Oh, so were close now? Chad. Chad. Don't forget Chad. Immediately, the interviewer attempts to flirt with him. "That's great. See you still have some dignity." She mutters. I think she hoped I didn't hear, but oh how she's wrong. So, being the competitive snappy girl I am, I mutter louder, "See you have none, slut." She gives me, or at least I think, an evil glance. It looks more like a she swallowed a bug. Then she batts he eyelashes, ironically looking like she's about to spit out the bug. I laugh. Harry looks at her strangely. The interviewer then looks at the camera and says, "That's all the time we have today. Join us next week while we interview the current British girl band, Little Mix!" The buzzer sounds, indicating the end of the show. I get up and walk away. After refreshing myself with a water bottle I notice the interviewer handing Harry a piece of paper. I yank it out of his hand after she walks away and read it. It reads,

'Want a real woman? Call me later and we will be sure to get down and dirty.' It then had her number. Out of nowhere a monstrous thing erupted in my stomach, roaring of outrage. Holy. Calm down. Harry looks at me smirking. "Jealous? Don't worry, she's too old for me."

"What happened to Caroline Flack? Wasn't she too old for you?"

"I was 17, hormones got a hold of me."

I giggled and walked away, and went to the washroom. The big stall had moaning coming from it. Eugh, that's gross. Then the interviewer from earlier and... Another woman? I scoff.

"Lezbihonest, shall we?"

She looks at me and winks.

"I'll save you for later sugar."

Ew. EWWW. I fake gag and she once again gives me her attempt of the evil eye. That was one interesting interview.