"I don't think she should have to answer," Liam said.
"No, Mr. Payne. I want to hear the answer. So what is it, Ms. Daniels?"
"Stop putting pressure on her!" Harry yelled.
"Whoa, calm down, Mr. Styles. It's a simple yes or no question."
"Just leave her out of this," Louis said.
"So it's not photoshopped, is it, Mr. Tomlinson?"
I looked over at Louis and saw him mouth "I'm sorry" to me.
"No, Monica. I lied to you. It's not photoshopped."
"So there is something going on between you and Katie? Harry, how do you feel about this scandal?"
"It's not a scandal because it meant nothing," Harry said.
"Katie, what are those marks on your arms?"
I had completely forgotten that they were definitely still visible. Harry tried to cover them up with his arm but it was already too late.
"Are you suicidal, Katie?" Monica asked.
"How dare you ask that!"
Harry jumped to his feet and dragged me away from the interview. We had entered the dressing room I had to get ready in. Harry locked the door behind us as I went to a chair and began to cry.
"I'm not suicidal Harry!" I cried.
"I know you're not babe," Harry said.
He was at my side rubbing my back in circles.
"If you want out of this, I'll understand."
"What? No! I don't want to leave you Harry. It will just show how weak I am. I'm not weak Harry!"
"I know you're not."
"Ugh! These stupid shoes! They are killing me."
I kicked off the shoes and began to massage my feet. Then Harry got up from my side and grabbed a towel.
"Now let's see if I can find my Katie under all this makeup that's on your face," Harry said as he stood in front of me.
He began to wipe away the makeup.
"Now, that's much better."
He handed me a handheld mirror and I saw my face without the makeup.
"I feel like me again...well, except for the clothes. Did you really think I looked like a stripper, Harry?"
"Did you see what you looked like before coming out there?"
"No, I only saw what my face looked like because they had my clothes covered up so I wouldn't get them dirty."
"Yes, you looked like a stripper."
So I got up from the chair and grabbed my clothes off the floor.
"I'll close my eyes so you can change," Harry said as I saw him shut his eyes.
I got out of the "stripper clothes" and put on my skinny jeans and T-shirt.
"Ah, so much better. Now it's the hair," I said.
Harry opened his eyes.
"There's my Katie," he said as he wrapped his arms around my waist.
I wasn't even sure what to call what my hair looked like. All I knew was that I had way too many bobby pins in my head. One by one, Harry helped me take the bobby pins out of my hair. There were a total of fifty-seven bobby pins in my hair. When the last bobby pin came out, my long brown hair fell back into its proper place.
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I have Story Of My Life on repeat...
Awh the boys were defending Katie.
I feel like what Harry did in the dressing room would be something he'd actually do.
Anyone else think that?
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