Can You Manage? (1D Fanfic)

Chapter 37

So it was about noon, and Harry still was thinking that we'd surprise him.

"So...when's the party?" he asked, all hyped up.

"Oh my gosh," I said, turning around and staring into his eyes. "Stop asking that question!"

"Can't you answer it, though?" he asked, cocking his head to the side.

"No." I reluctantly said. I pushed open the radio station doors and letting the guys in. The bodyguards were close behind, trying to block fans from getting to us.

"Then what are we doing today?" he asked. "I'm a year older now."

"Well, it seems that we're having an interview, and then a concert, hun." I said in my southern accent. It wasn't really good though.

So I sat in the radio station with the boys for about an hour, while they talked about things they've said before in stations. I was just texting away, when all of a sudden, Liam called my name.

"What?!" I asked, suddenly a bit jumpy.

"Come here." he said, motioning over to a seat next to him.

"What's going on?" I asked, a bit confused.

"They want to interview you!" He said excitedly.

"Really?"

"Yeah."

"Ok, we are back on the air in..." said the guy "...three, two, one!"

"Hi, we're one Direction." The boys announced. I just sat there awkwardly.

"Here with us, we have our special guest, Miss Hayley Evans." Said the announcer.

"Hi."

"So Hayley," started the announcer "What's it like to manage the boys?"

"Well," I started, not knowing what to say, "They're a lot of work, but it's a bunch of fun."

"Hey!" The boys chorused. I giggled.

"So, with having a dual life as an athlete, how does that compare?"

"Well, right now, it's pretty low in demand, because of my ankle."

"Oh, that's right." said the announcer. "Well, we hope you heal fast."

"Thanks."

"So let's get to those questions! Call in to ask Hayley here some questions."

A few minutes later, the phone rang. I got a little excited. The boys gave me a thumbs up.

"Hello, my name is Sarah from Oakland, New Jersey." said a girl on the line.

"Hello." I said. "So what's up?"

"I was wondering what it's like to put up with so much fan hate. I mean, I couldn't do it if I had to, so how are you handling it?"

"Well, luckily for me," I said. "I was never allowed to have any social networking, so since I don't have one now, it's a lot harder for fans to get to me."

"That's a good idea." she said.

"Next caller." said the guy. He pressed another button.

"Hello," said another person. "My name is Jordyn, from Virginia."

"Jordyn?" I gasped.

"Hi, Hayley!" she cried. "I'm so glad I finally get to talk to you again!" Suddenly, I realized that all the voices sound the same on the radio, so I texted Jordyn to call the station number. She responded with, 'I'm in a theatre.' I got angry at the girl on the line. So I guess Jordyn made it known that she was the best friend of me.

"Um, hello, Jordyn." I said, not knowing this girl's intentions.

"Hiiiiiiii," she said again. "I wanted to know if I could borrow your bikini." I heard giggles in the background. Stupid prank call. The boys were laughing too, but I wrote down on a piece of paper in front of me that this girl was an imposter. The boys' eyes widened. I felt embarrassed, and I was sure that was that girl's whole goal. However, I figured a way to turn the tables on to her.

I smirked. "I'm sorry," I said. "but we've talked about this before, remember?"

"What?" the girl asked.

"You can't possibly fit in my bathing suits if all you do is eat chips on the couch all day. The doctor told you that you needed to diet? Remember? How's that going?"

"I'm just average!" the girl said, almost about to cry.

I laughed "Darling, as a friend, I hope you know that you have to stop telling yourself that you're average, IMPOSTER!" I cried. Suddenly, the line went blank.

'What was that?!" Niall wrote on the paper in front of him.

'A way to NOT get yourself embarrassed.' I wrote back.

"Ok! One more question!" said the announcer, enthusiastically, but glaring at me.

"You're such a Taylor Swift." Harry wrote. I giggled.

"Hi." said another girl on the line.

"Hello, how are you?" I asked.

Avoiding my question, the girl asked. "May I ask, WHY are you so ugly?"

Everyone around the room gasped. I was momentarily at lost for words. Suddenly, I pushed the mic away, jumped out of my seat, and ran out of the room.

"Hayley! Wait!" Harry called, getting up, and running after me.

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He caught up to me at the doors of the station.

"Don't go out." he said, glancing at the screaming fans. I turned to face him. My face was tear-streaked.

"I...I'm not worth it." I said, shaking. Suddenly, Harry got my idea, and put his arm around me.

"No." he said. "You are very important to us in this world. You're not going to kill yourself."

"I just don't understand!" I cried. "What have I done wrong? Why did Shelby die? Why is my ankle broken? Why does everyone hate me?!"

"Something good will come out of this, I promise." said Harry, "Please don't leave us."

"I just can't stand the pain!" I cried "It's physical and mental!"

"Just stay with us, please." begged Harry. "Everything will be okay."

"No." I said, and I squirmed out of his grip and shot out of the station.

"GUYS!" Harry cried, running back to the room. "Come quick! Hayley's cracked and her future is looking pretty dark!"

"What do you mean?" Asked Liam, getting up.

"I think she's going to kill herself." Said Harry.

So after Niall cursed, the boys ran out of the radio station and into the taxi, looking for me.