In Another World

Part 8

Harry's POV

One more day of press and then I get to go back to London. More radio shows. More interviewers asking about Meg. I describe her as I would describe Louis... but in her way. "She is so funny and lovable!" is something I say. Louis is funny and lovable. Louis is caring, and beautiful, and my everything. And to the world, that's what Meg is.

I hate how all the interviews today were about me. They do know that there are four more members of this band, right? They do ask about upcoming music and the movie, that premieres in 3 weeks.

After 2 long and mostly painful interviews, we get to pack up and leave.

Meg's POV

When I wake up, I turn on my phone and open twitter. I know I shouldn't, but I have to. I get the same kind of tweets, but this time I see worse ones.

"Harry could have any girl he wants, and he chose you. I hope he leaves u for some model"

That was probably the worst one I've received. I keep telling myself that it's not real and he won't leave me until management lets him.

I hear Talia walking around the apartment. She stops in front of my door. She's already showered, dressed, makeup and hair perfect and all. She's always been the morning person here.

I decide to get up. As I'm making breakfast Talia asks, "Are you okay?" I nod, but I know she can't be fooled. "Oh," she sighs. "It's the jealous bitches on twitter, right?" I sniff and nod. Talia gives me a tiny speech on how thousands of girls wish they were in my exact place.

"How about we go out today?" Talia asks.

"Yeah, later though? I'm meeting Harry before he gets off his plane in 2 hours." i look at the time. "Oh crap!" I say with panic and rush into the bathroom. I forgot how far away it is. I have to leave in 30 minutes. 1,800 seconds. That is not a lot.

I take the quickest shower in my whole life. I haven't even given what to wear a thought. Since it's my first time paparazzi will be following me, I need to look nice. I want his fans to like me. I put on something simple, distressed light wash jean cutoffs and a large maroon top. After I dress, I run back to the bathroom. I have 18 minutes, or 1,080 seconds to do everything. I'm becoming frantic. I rummage through drawers to find my curling iron, suddenly I cannot remember where it's usually stored. I finally find it and plug it in. As it heats up, I brush my hair. If it was only naturally wavy. Finally, the light on my iron stops blinking. I quickly curl my hair. I have always thought it looked better with waves in it. Now I only have 6 minutes. 360 seconds. I quickly do my makeup. I have to look good. I already have clear skin, so I rub on BB cream. I brush on light eye makeup and a bit of blush. I want to look good for my first real public appearance. I put on a layer of mascara, brush my teeth, and leave. After grabbing my purse, of course.

It takes a little over an hour to get to the airport. I leave a half hour early to ensure I get there on time. What if there is traffic, or an accident, or whatever else?

I arrive with 10 minutes to spare. I use this time to calm down, put on lip gloss, and prepare.