It takes us a while to get out the door.
First Louis rips his pants while messing around and the boys stylist Caroline Watson throws a fit and he has to change into a whole new outfit. Then Lux starts crying and is inconsolable until the boys start singing to her and making funny faces and she calms down. Then Liam looses his cell phone and has to look for it for the next fifteen minutes, and all the while I am sitting quietly waiting to leave not knowing what to do or what the hell I have gotten myself into.
Finally after about fifty minutes of stalling and distractions we are off to the interview.
I follow Lou, I am not at all sure what we are doing right now. The boys are in front of us walking downstairs and chatting amongst themselves, surrounded by body guards and assistants that seem to have appeared seemingly out of no where. A few of them introduce themselves but I forget their names immediately.
“What are we doing right now?” I finally ask Lou quietly once we reach the lobby. I feel a bit dizzy from the fast paced environment. Everyone is always moving or talking or needing something.
Also I can’t help but be reminded that One Direction is standing less than twenty feet away from me and though I’ve talked to all of them now, I still feel jittery. I want to know what they actually think of me and if they like me or not.
Lou readjusts Lux on her hip before answering me with a gentle and comforting smile, “The boys are going to go to their interview in their car.” She points to a dark range rover with tinted windows and a driver. “We are going to follow them in my car so we don’t get mobbed by fans and meet them there. We’ll probably do a few touchups before the interview. Their hair is bound to be messy when we get their and we’ll make sure the lighting works with the makeup we’ve done and then we are done for the day.”
“Oh,” I nod trying to absorb everything she’s just said. Only a few more hours till my first day of work is done, “Is Lux coming with us?” I ask suddenly curious.
“Nah,” Lou answers hugging her little girl closer, “My husband Tom is gonna come pick her up, he should be here by now actually…” She trails off as she checks her watch quickly, “I’ll be right back, I gotta call Tom,” She stalks off quickly and I watch her pull out her phone and dial a number.
I stand by myself for a few second and take a deep breath trying to calm myself. I’m amazingly fortunate to have my job but I can now tell that this is not going to be at all easy. The makeup part is easy, 4/5th of the boys are very easy to get along with, Lou is great, but the lifestyle is nonstop. I’m going to have to drink a lot more coffee to keep up with everything seeing as I’m not exactly the most outgoing person in the entire world.
“Boo.” I deep voice whispers behind me directly in my ear which make me jump forward in surprise as I catch my breath, holding my hand to my heart in shock.
I turn wide eyed to see none other than Harry Styles smirking down at me. “What the fuck was that for?” I ask angrily. Why is he so deliberately going out of his way to torture me? What is he, five years old?
He shrugs nonchalantly “I don’t know you were standing here by yourself and I thought I’d come over and cheer you up.”
“Oh yeah because giving people a heart attack really cheers them up,” I roll my eyes my hand still placed on my heart as I wait for my heart to stop beating so fast.
“Ah, more sarcasm,” he shakes his head, his voice almost sardonic.
I feel hitting him. “How ironic,” I deadpan with a frown. He looks at me, his face reading confusion. Really? “You said that I was sarcastic with a sarcastic tone. That makes it irony. Did you ever take an English class? It’s a basic literary device.” I explain.
Harry chuckles and then retorts, “Nerdy college dropout. Never heard that one before.”
“Dumb celebrity how original,” I reply easily, “And I’m not a nerd. I don’t like school. I’m a badass remember?”
Harry nods in remembrance, “Oh yeah you and your three tattoos. So badass.” He keeps emphasizing words.
“You have three tattoos?” Niall questions appearing out of nowhere right next to me.
I jump back again in surprise out of Niall’s random appearance which makes me blush like an idiot and Harry crack up as if it is the funniest thing he’s ever heard in his life. He throws his head back and claps loudly with a very loud and adorable laugh. He has one dimple. I groan in annoyance. Half because he’s laughing at me and half because I just thought his laugh was adorable.
“Damn your jumpy,” Harry says still laughing.
“You people keep showing up out of nowhere!” I say in frustration, I turn to Niall who looks very amused at Harry and I’s banter, “Yes Niall I do have three tattoos,” I quickly show him the two visible one’s on my hands but don’t show him the last one. Luckily he doesn’t ask to see the last one but nods appreciatively.
“That is pretty badass,” Niall defends me easily grinning. I think he’s only doing it to annoy Harry in the way that a sibling would but I appreciate it.
“Thank you!” I turn and smile smugly at Harry.
He shakes his head in disbelief, “One of them says ‘hope’! How is that badass?” He questions.
I bite my lip forcing myself not to say anything about my favorite tattoo. If only he knew. He’d feel horrible about saying that if I told him about mum and her accident.
“Wait!” Niall stops me looking at me closely and he announces excitedly, “Your eyes are different colors!”
I nod, “Yeah they are…” I trail off not sure how he wants me to respond. What am I supposed to say to this?
“Zayn, Liam, Louis!” Niall yells, there heads perk up from the other side of the room looking at Niall with interested expressions, “Evan’s eyes are different colors!” I groan. If I can help it I don’t like being the center of attention. I’m far better at being invisible.
“Wow really?” Liam says making his way over to stare at my eyes.
“That’s so fucking cool!” Zayn announces.
“Not really,” I mutter under my breath. Why couldn’t I have just been born with normal eyes like a normal person? I manage to fake a smile and nod as if I love having mutant eyes more than anything in the world.
The three of them come over to join our group and three really attractive guys stare right at me. Can’t say that’s happened to me… ever. Niall seems proud of himself for being so attentive and I look away for any excuse to leave. They break into conversation talking about my eyes right in front of me. Feeling overwhelmed I use the rubber band a few times and it hurts like hell because I can feel the bruise already forming on my forearm but of course I don’t stop. When I look up Harry’s eyes meet mine. I can tell he saw me using the rubber band trick again. He opens his mouth to say something but closes it and I look away quickly.
“We better get going guys,” Harry decides turning away from the group and walking a few paces away. Is he trying to help me or something? Did Harry Styles just do something nice for me? He doesn’t turn back or anything. He just keeps walking.
“Probably a good idea,” Louis agrees following after Harry, “See you later Evan!”
I nod, mutter goodbye, shifting nervously as I watch the other guys walk off, out the door, secretaries, security guards and assistants trailing behind them. It doesn’t sound like there’s any screaming fans outside right now because when they walk out the door nothing happens and they easily get into their car and drive off to the interview. Definitely for the best.
Lou makes her way over but Lux is gone now. I must have missed meeting her husband while I was bickering with Harry, “Are you ready to go?” She asks raising an eyebrow.
“Of course.” I nod and smile as we head out the door to the interview.
