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Chapter Ninety-One

Dan and I both apologize and agree it was just one of our stupid little fights we have a lot.

We are a couple that fights often and that's mainly because he is incredibly stubborn and sarcastic which I am too, but in the right moments and not when my partner is stressed.

Every time we fight one of us would crawl back to the other, mostly me since he hates apologising and, again, is stubborn, and we will make up quickly, realising we faught about something really stupid.

"I do love you and I am sorry I hurt your feelings.", he says when we lay in bed that morning.

"I told you, it's fine.", is my response along with kissing him.

We get up eventually and follow our routines until the point of everyone separating.

I sit on Dan's bed with my laptop in one hand and a hot drink in the other, answering emails as always, when a specific one comes in, that basically tells me I can openly talk about the line now and post the announcing blog post, I have had drafted for weeks, today at 7 pm.

Also some different promotions including things such as: taking over the nydesign Twitter account for a day, an interview with some random teen magazine and, most importantly, a radio show with BBC radio 1 presenters, Dan Howell and Phil Lester.

"Dan!", I shout out, resulting in him hurrying over to the bedroom.

"You alright, pumpkin?"

"Halloween's over mate. And no, no I am not, look at this.", I say and shift the screen towards him.

"Oh, oh okay. I mean, um.", is all he can bring out after he finishes reading the email.

"Exactly. Did you tell them about the line?"

"No, hell no. I knew you didn't want an interview."

"What? Wait, let me call Fleur.", I say and dial my managers number.

In the end it turns out that the BBC themself wanted me on their show.
And since the date of the radio show is already set, it would be a big hassle to cancel it, so I agree to a show with Dan and Phil.

The radio show isn't even what I am most nervous about because I know that both of them will do everything in their power to make me feel welcome.

"I have never given an interview.", I say, thinking of the one with the magazine.

"Trust me you'll be fine. I had an interview with them before and it was lovely. If you want me to, I can drive you there, wait for you and bring you back home?"

"That would be great actually, thank you."

And a week later, I had the first and worst interview of my life.