Once we arrive at the studio, it’s a little bit chaotic. Even though we go around the back, there are fans surrounding the whole place and they scream bloody murder when the see that the actual Harry Styles is in the car and a few feet away from them. Pictures flash and I try to hide my face as best I can. It doesn’t look good, I realize. Harry arriving at the studio in the same clothes he was wearing yesterday with blood on his shirt and a girl in the front seat. I scrunch down in my seat even more and slip out some sunglasses from my purse. As if that will make a big difference.
Eventually we get through the gates but unfortunately the parking lot is outside, so we will have to exit the car and pass all of the fans. Dream come true.
A security team of two guards meets us the second Harry is parked. The noise of the girls screaming is deafening.
“Damn,” I mutter under my breath.
“You’ll be fine Evan,” Harry says looking over towards me and giving me a quick smile.
“Don’t call me that! They’ll hear you!”
“We’re like 15 feet away,” Harry tells me chuckling a little bit.
“Hello, lip readers!” I tell him ''I remember from you speech from XFACTOR''
“I thought you didn’t watch X-Factor, when we were on?” Harry says raising an eyebrow.
“I did a little research,” I shrug and then sigh, “Let’s just get inside alright?”
“Let’s go,” Harry agrees opening his door. I follow after him opening my door and walking quickly towards the studio.
“Who is that girl?” I hear a fan yell loudly. Great. I’m certainly not invisible now.
But what makes matters worse is that I hear another one yell, “That’s the new makeup artist!” How did they know who I was? Harry said my name once on television but they would have no face to place with the name would they? I don’t have a twitter or any social media to be exact. Wow these fans were good. They probably know more of the backstage crew than I do.
Once we’re inside Harry is rushed to wardrobe to change out of his street clothes and into his interview clothes. I make my way to the designated makeup area but I keep getting weird glances from the under 30 female staff. I try and shrug it off but I don’t understand why they are all staring at me.
“Evan!” Lou greets me pulling me in for a hug once I reach her, “How are you feeling babe? You know you didn’t have to come into work yesterday if you didn’t feel well. Hell you didn’t have to come today! Your health is more important. How’s your hand though?”
“I’m okay now Lou,” I tell her being completely sincere, “Honestly I’m going to be fine. Yesterday was…” I lower my voice, “The day she died and it was really hard for me.”
Lou’s face turns to completely sympathy, “Evan!” she scolds me, “Why did you come to work? Seriously! You should have told me!”
“I know, and I’m really sorry Lou but I’m fine,” I explain, “Oh and my hand is fine too, I needed stitches and I have to wear this bandage for a little while but I can still do makeup just fine and I can still help you out,” I say holding up my hurt hand for her to see, hoping she won’t make me take a break.
“Okay,” she sighs, nodding, “Just tell me next time and if you ever need a break just tell me!” She instructs me firmly, I nod in agreement. Then she grins, “So you and Harry huh?”
I groan, “Oh no, Lou that’s really nothing.”
Lou tries to play it cool but does a horrible job, “Okay, I’m just saying he seemed very concerned yesterday,” She nudges me lightly holding back a giggle. Sometimes I think I’m more mature than her despite our age difference.
