The Pianist - One Direction

Chapter 11

Weird enough, I had never slept at a hotel before. Not like this, and I decided to make the best out of it; chill on my super soft king sized bed. I laid on my stomach while looking at random things on the Internet - I had to use the extremely fast and free wifi also - while listening to music. It was very peaceful and a nice way to get ready for tonight's concert. The guys were supposed to have an interview in a couple of hours but I managed to hear them running between each other's rooms and shouting to each other.

"Zayn! Hurry up, we don't have that long. And there are going to be stylists before the interview! You don't need to look perfect only for the car ride!" Liam shouted. I giggled to myself. He always had to look his best, and I mean, he did look amazing. No one could disagree about that. I sometimes wished he could look a little less attractive, but I guess that wasn't possible.

I didn't hear them much after that, so I guess they left. After a couple of minutes of silence with only my silent music in the background I heard the door to my room being opened roughly and a strong voice shouting at me. I almost flew five feet in the air. 

"Issy! Tell Louis he's wrong!" Harry whined and ran into my room with the brunette right after him. I turned around and faced them with raised eyebrows. How did he came in to my room?

"I'm not! You're just being silly, Harry!" Louis defended himself and none of them seemed to care to explain the matter to me. 

"Issy! Help me out here!" Harry whined again and threw himself at my bed after a while of arguing with Louis that didn't make any sense to me.

"With what? How am I possibly supposed to know what's going on without any of you explaining it to me?" Harry rolled his eyes as if I should be able to know it anyway.

"Louis said that I couldn't wear these shoes because they were broken but I said that I was going to do it anyway. Then he said they were ugly!" Harry exclaimed with a hurt expression and a hand over his heart. When I didn't do anything about it he threw his hands in the air.

"Ugly! Louis said that my shoes were ugly, Issy. He hurt me!" Harry whined and threw himself beside me at the bed. Louis sat down at the end of the bed, grinning.

I stroke back Harry's curls. 

"I'm sorry Harry. But I still don't know what you want me to do about it." I said and Harry groaned. I'm not a magical fairy! I can't read minds! Louis answered me instead.

"When I said that the shoes looked bad Harry said that we should ask you about it, since you're a girl and should know that stuff better than we do." Louis said and rolled his eyes. I laughed at their weirdness.

"Harry, Louis is right. You should get another pair of shoes. Those are completely broken and could belong to a homeless man." I said and Harry cried into my bed sheets. "But Louis, you could've said it nicer. You know about his endless love for those shoes, and maybe you shouldn't have called them ugly. They're not, Harry. I understand why you love them, but we'll get you another pair." I promised him. 

I used a soft and soothing voice when I talked about his shoes. It was hilarious, but for Harry it was like losing a friend. He acted so childish sometimes. 

"Promise they will be better than these." Harry mumbled with his face pressed into my bed and made his feet fly back and forward in the air. I laughed. 

"I promise." 

Harry got up from my bed and they were on their way out and on their way to the interview. 

"I will only wear them this last interview!" Harry said and ran out from my room before we could tell him no.

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The interview could be seen live on a website Josh helped me find. I looked at it from my bed and laughed at Harry who sat and looked down at his shoes with a sad expression almost the whole interview. 

"So we have all heard and seen a lot of rumours about your new friend, Isabelle." The interviewer said and raised his eyebrows in a expression that seemed to be meant as flirty.

"She prefers Issy or Belle." Liam told him.

"Sure, so tell us about Isabelle." The interviewer said and you could see the annoyance in the boys' expressions. He didn't care about what they said, as long as he could get them to say something nobody already knew. 

"She's great. We are very lucky to have her in the band with us and she's really talented." Niall said and the rest of them nodded in agreement.

"Is there something going on between her and anyone of you? If you know what I mean." 

I sighed, or course they knew what you meant, idiot! They had been asked that question many times, and this certainly was not the last one. 

"No, there's not." Harry said simply.

"And it won't ever? Can you look into that camera and tell all you worried fans that none of you will ever date your pianist?" He said and smiled at the challenge he just came up with. I didn't see that one coming. Would I be sad if they promised that? If Zayn promised that? I saw Louis send a quick glance at Zayn, who looked a bit confused. Louis leaned forward and sended the interviewer a very cheeky smile. 

"Well, we can't promise anything, you know." Louis said and winked at the camera. The interviewer chuckled at that along with him. "I'm just kidding, I have a girlfriend for god's sake!" Louis said again which made them laugh.

The interviewer continued on to the next question - which was not about me - and the rest of the interview went smoothly. Except the part when Harry didn't hear his question because he was looking down at his shoes with a sad face. As soon as the lads walked out of the studio, I sended Louis a text. 

Thank you, Lou. Now text El and explain ;) xx

He answered me just a few seconds later.

I already did. She thought it was hilarious! Now you'll have to explain to Zayn! xx

How was I supposed to do that?

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A/N: Sorry for the wait! I won't come up with some lame excuse. I'm sorry, I'll get better!