Married To A Styles | H.S +UNDER EDITING+

The Doctors

"Can you zip me?" I ask Harry as I walk towards him across the room.

He pulls his shirt on the rest of the way before nodding, turning to me to zip my dress. I thank him and continue to put on my heels while he pulls a pair of pants on.

It's almost 6:30 and the interview starts at 7:00. The boys are waiting outside for Harry and I and we are doing our best to get dressed as fast as possible.

After dinner, we were in the living room and both of us dozed off. Next thing we know, there are shouts and bangs coming from the opposite side of the front door. Louis had greeted us and told us to hurry up and get dressed, seeing we were both in casual clothes.

So here we are.
I take one last look in the mirror. I have a blue cocktail dress on that comes down to my knees and some black heels on. My hair is just simple with beachy waves in it.

I grab my phone off of the dresser and wait for Harry in the doorway.

When we finally get to the studio, Harry is whisked away to get powder applied to his face along with a microphone attached to his clothes.

Then I just stand backstage by myself until the interview starts..

You would think that since I'm married to Harry Styles I would be like best friends with all the other boys' girlfriends, right?

Wrong.

I was friends with Eleanor and then her and Louis broke up. I was friends with Sophia, then her and Liam broke up. The friendship doesn't last long because I don't have time to see them after their relationship crumbles.

Right now, all the boys are single. I think. Harry's married to me. Which is obvious and I think Liam is with someone, I don't know who it is though. I forget her name.

Louis has a kid named Freddie and doesn't really seem caught up in girls too much. But I don't blame him. Freddie is a handful, but the most adorable baby on the planet.

I watch the producers stumble around backstage and I watch, as I have nothing else to do besides sit and wait. There's a certain gentleman that I'm keeping my eye on though, just because he seems so out of place. I can tell his forehead is damp from sweat from where I'm at. His dirty blonde hair looks greasy and when I catch a glimpse of his eyes, they're a chocolate brown. He just has on a plain Grey T-Shirt and jeans, which is honestly the worst for how stressed he is right now. Considering that Grey tends to show more perspiration than any color.

It almost seems as though it's his first day here. He looks real nervous, stumbling around a lot and real fidgety. My eyes widen when I notice him start to fall on the floor after tripping over the bunch of wires he was carrying and dragging behind him.

I can't help but laugh at the way he calls to the floor.

He quickly gathers himself and stands from the floor. He looks around to see if anyone had just seen that and I wasn't able to look away fast enough before we caught each other's eyes. His face turns to pink in embarrassment as he walks over to me.

"I must've looked stupid." He flusters, still trying to untangle some of the cords from his feet that he's dragged over from where he tripped.

"I'm sorry for laughing, I know I shouldn't.." I laugh again, failing at apologizing.

"I would've laughed too if I were you. Except I wouldn't laugh if you fell, I would have helped you up." He rubs his hand on the back of his neck.

Is he nervous to talk to me? Is he hitting on me? Haha.

"Yeah. Thanks." He looks to the floor. I don't know what else to say and I'm starting to feel a little weird. I can't tell if he's trying to hit on me or not. But then again, I'd probably be like this too if I was talking to some celebrity's wife.