*Sam’s POV*
I sit in makeup, anxiously waiting for this to be over. Foundation is a prison for the face. The stylist told me they’re trying to use minimal makeup, as this is my first public appearance. But still they use enough to cover my freckles. I silently make a promise to rid myself of this horrid stuff before I go on. But I convince the stylist, who has the brain size of a pea, to braid my hair. Soon I’m in a white dress that goes down to my knees.
“Sam you’re on in 10,” A crew member pops his head in the door. I’m almost thrown out of the room, left to find my way to the stage. I find the bathroom and scrub my face until my freckles reappear and unbraid my hair. At least I look half way decent. I wait behind the curtain, watching Alan Carr chatting up the audience.
“So we’ve got the Irish leprechauns here today!” Alan says, followed by a massive applause from the live audience. Niall is ushered out on stage, in his red polo and chinos. I’m about to follow when a massive hand stops me. After a minute, Alan calls me out. I don’t know how but I think I got a bigger applause from the audience. I take a seat on the love seat that was set out for the two of us.
“Now I felt since Nialler found a girl, why don’t we do a special interview?” Alan says, followed by cheers and shouts. Thus why I am here.
“Now Niall, how did you meet this special lady?” Alan asks, curiously.
“Well she found me!” Niall says with a grin. Alan turns to me, for the first time acknowledging my existence, and asks me how I met Niall.
“Well I came from New York when my home was destroyed by Hurricane Sandy with my friend Julie, who is dating Harry,” I say carefully.
“Of course,” Alan says like it’s the most obvious thing in the world.
“And my uncle, who we were supposed to stay with, wasn’t home. So he said he called his neighbors to take care of us. Little did I know he lived next to One Direction,” I manage a smile. I look down at my feet, wishing to cuddle into Niall, letting his body protect me.
“Oh go ahead,” Alan says, noticing me. “I think it’s adorable.” I gratefully tuck my feet in and nuzzle myself into Niall, momentarily burying my face in his shirt, followed by a chorus of aw’s from the audience.
“So when you took them in,” Alan pauses. “Niall did you sleep in the same room? Maybe take a trip down McCamerly Avenue? Hm?” Niall blushes before shaking his head.
“But we had this fish tank between our rooms,” I smile at the memory of Niall pretending to swim in it from his side of the room.
“So I heard you were discovered by Simon Cowell?” Alan says. “Care to explain?”
“Well I had stage freight for a long time and Niall finally encouraged me enough that I snapped and preformed for him,” I say.
“What song?” Alan asks curiously.
“The Cup Song,” I blush.
“Well I got a red solo cup in my drawer here,” Alan winks at Niall “Why don’t you perform?” The audience shouts encouragement to me. But it was the nudge from Niall that made me. I sat on the floor, taking the cup from Alan. Flipping the cup, but in a slightly different manner, I start to sing, my nervousness coming back.
“Now I’m climbing the walls
But you don’t notice at all.
That I’m going out of my mind,
All day and all night.” I start to feel myself shake and I know I’m doomed. Being embarrassed on live TV. Nice. But soon I hear the angelic voice of Niall behind me and I feel his hand on my back.
