Fake It || H.S ||

Chapter 10

Harry's POV

 Louis and Liam were in another room with a a much better looking interviewer than Niall and I had the pleasure of having. 

Our interviewer had her own segment at TK Towers called "The Morning Dew." I wasn't sure what was up with all of these cheesy morning talk show names. 

"Hello! I'm Sarah Vonn and I'm your interviewer. Please, take a seat."

"120 seconds" someone from the crew called out. Would it have been so hard to say two minutes?  I thought to myself as I took a seat on the grass green chairs. The backdrop was a field of wet grass being hit by the morning sun. 

"Talk about corny." Niall said as he stuffed his face with one of the little sandwiches they had on the refreshment table. "But the girl is sorta cute, though." he added.

She was short and had a baby face. Her hair was chestnut brown and she had long bangs that covered her eyebrows. She was decent, but she wasn't Sep-

"30 Seconds" a crewman yelled louder than before, interrupting my thoughts. Sarah seemed to be getting giddier by the moment. 

"I just want to say, I didn't write these questions and I never have time to review them. I let my co-worker, Zoey, review them for me to make sure our shows don't cover all the same content. Still, it shouldn't matter this time because she's interviewing some girl. Layla has Liam and Louis."

The staff members were currently counting down from ten as I wondered how the girl just fit a full length speech into 20 seconds. 

"5..4..3..2.."

"Good Morning Seattle! Thank you so much for tuning in live to The Morning Dew! Before you catch your ferry boats across the city or get your native brewed tall cup of coffee, I have an interview you must tune into. Help me give a big welcome to Harry and Niall!" 

The little clapping sound effect was played to make it seem as if it was being filmed for a live audience. Niall and I clapped along with it. 

The interview was nothing extraordinary. Everything was just like most other interviews. I could tell she wanted to single me out on some questions, but she simply did not have the grit to do so. 

She brought up Sephora here and there, but she always balanced it out by asking Niall a question about a girl he may have been seen with. So far, she has just established that we are talking.

"So Harry, are you intimidated at all by Sephora's ex boyfriend?" 

That was not a question in the paperwork. 

The head crewmen who was the only one not wearing solid black held up his hand. That meant that this boring interview had drug on and there were only 30 seconds left. I had to milk it.

"Well, Sephora is a very interesting person and I'm looking forward to seeing more of her. Everyone has a past and I'm willing to except hers." Thanks to my slow speaking voice, that gave her just enough time to say her closing remarks. 

"Then why have we seen footage of him entering the hotel that Sephora is currently staying in? He is a Seattle Seahawk so he lives here. Why would he be checking into a hotel?" 

I have never played chess, but I am guessing this is checkmate. The time on the clock ran out before I could even muster a reply. The bell rang and the lights returned as I sat there dumbfounded. Who could have been behind this? I had to warn Sephora somehow. 

Sephora's POV

Orlando. That was the only city where our plans would work. So when Zoey asked me how did Harry and I meet, Orlando was the answer.

"It was back in mid January when the boys were in Orlando. Harry must has sneaked out for some fresh air because he found himself in my neck of the woods. I must admit I was not familiar with his music. I just though he was a model. Anyway, we talked for a while and exchanged numbers and since then we have been chatting every now and again."

This is where acting skills come in handy. 

"Oh wonderful. When did you meet the rest of the boys?" 

"I met them when they came to Seattle a few days ago. They're all lovely." I replied.

The creaking of the studio door opened and an out of breath Harry sprinted in. He had a look of slight horror on his face. It was next to impossible to act as if I did not see the way he looked as he barged right up to the front in the mist of all the crew an camera men. He stood there with one arm on his knee and the other propped on an uncaring camera man. He shook his head at me. 

Zoey noticed this but she remained calm. In fact, she seemed amused.

"There have been rumors about a contract between you two, is than true?"

"No, that's preposterous. I genuinely like Harry." Well that wasn't completely a lie. 

"Really? Why would your first public appearance with someone you genuinely like be at a high end clothing store?"

"Harry is very generous and I'll be traveling with him soon so I needed more luggage and-"

"Either that or you want to milk him for all he is worth while you still can!" She interrupted.

"I'm not sure who you want me to be, Zoey, but I am not some type of gold digging sell out that has to be seen with others just to get notoriety."

"No one said you were. That just shows how you feel about your situation."

"What situation? There is no situation!" I nearly yelled at her. 

A crewman held up 10 fingers at Zoey. 

"Well Seattle, that is all the time we have for today. All of you listening live make sure you tune in this evening to watch the words said before you unfold. Until next time, this has been Zoey Shantelle with TK Tower's Early Morning Tall Cup!"

A loud bell rang and the crew members relaxed and gave high fives. Harry, on the other hand, very briskly sprinted onto the platform just as Zoey was exiting. 

"They weren't on there." He said. "I know." I replied as I downed the rest of the bitter coffee. "The questions we rehearsed were utterly useless. They asked things they knew we weren't prepared for. 

I asked Harry what did they ask him about. He folded his lip in and sighed. "Don't worry. It can't be too bad. They don't have enough information on me yet to blow this situation up." I said as I went in for another swig at the emptying cup of coffee.

"Does the name Isaiah Bleu mean anything to you."

Coffee went everywhere and thin porcelain followed suit. I couldn't stand to hold anything at the moment. Harry yelled at crew members and staff to bring towels and a first aid kit. I couldn't do anything. I just sat there. 

"Sephora." he called. I could feel myself blacking out. I could not verbally respond. I just felt cold. Harry kept calling my name and more and more people came to crowd around. A little spark of a idea went off right before I went blank.