Hidden (Harry Styles Fanfic)

More Than This

"For our special guest today I'd like to welcome Abigail Judd!" Alan Carr's voice rang throughout the studio.

"Thanks my cue," I mutter to no one in particular and down the stairs to the stage.

"Welcome Abigail! It's a pleasure to have you with us!" Alan said as I crossed the stage to him.

"It's a pleasure to be here! Thanks for having me." I reply giving him a quick hug.

"Oh I love the accent!" He giggled. Oh Alan!

"Thank you! I love speaking with a British accent!" Repeating what I had said to Harry yesterday.

"Before we begin would you like something to drink?" He asked pulling out a couple of glass bottles from the table next to him.

"Sure, I guess." I said taking a bottle from him.

"Ready to begin?"

"Yes, of course!" I said while trying to open the bottle.

"First thing, do you like my tie?"

He asked indicating the plain black tie he was wearing.

"Well, it is quite plain."

"But, I thought is was qu- oh I forgot!" He pinched the bottom of the tie and it lite up. The words 'I Love Abigail!!' Flashed red on the middle of the tie.

"Wow! I feel special now! You should have warned me I would have done the same!"

"That's okay I have you covered, Love!" He motioned at someone backstage.

"Alan? What did you do?" I questioned still struggling to open the bottle.

Alan stood up and grabbed something from a stagehand. "Ta da!" He held up a white shirt that read 'I Love That Sexy Beast Alan Carr' in black lettering.

"Alan! Oh my!"

"Did I get my American lingo right? Sexy beast? Isn't that what you youngins call the hot studs these days?"

"Well, I guess."

"Then you'll love the back!" He turned the shirt around to show the words '#Sawggy Yolo' written on the back.

"This is by far one of the most unique gifts I've ever gotten!" Alan handed me the shirt.

"So you'll wear it?"

"I guess." I tugged the shirt over my navy Betsy Johnson dress.

"You look ah-mazing darling!" Alan fake cooed.

"Why thank you Alan!" I said in a thick posh accent.

"Now that's settled we can begin the actual interview." Alan and I took our seats.

I picked up the bottle I had set on the coffee table and began trying to open it again, "First question, do you need help opening that?"

"I thought you'd never ask!"

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"That had to have been one of your best interviews ever!" Caitlyn opened the door to my suite.

"Thanks, what's my schedule like for the rest of the week?" I sat on the couch flipping through random channels on the tv.

"You have an interview for a magazine on Tuesday and an audition on Friday. Laura already sent me the script to give to you."

"That's it?"

"Unless something else comes up."

"Yes! Now I can actually explore London!" I jumped off the couch and skipped to my room.