-Twisted-

Unfinished Business in the USA

Anni POV

Just like Megan promised, she called the guys over to hang out but wouldn't be over until around eight because I guess Niall finally made an attempt to go visit his mom's. Hes been back home for weeks and the only time he has seen her was at the welcome home party, good going Niall.

Harry said he was just going to come over when Niall did. After Megan had gotten off the phone with them, I got a text from Harry telling me to get ready to go out, but not to tell Megan that Harry and I were planning on leaving early. 

I think its safe to say that Harry and I were official, I mean, we never really made it official, but we've been acting that way so I guess you could say so. I always got this giddy feeling inside whenever he texted me. He took time out of his day to think about me and to get in contact with me, just thinking of that again made butterflies burst throughout my insides. I guess Megan noticed too as she sat across from me scrolling through her phone, but putting it down to look at me,

"Whats gotten you so giddy?" She said with a smirk.

"What do you think genius?" I said throwing a small pillow at her

"Mhmm" Was all she said before looking back down to her phone. Then without warning she stood up from her seat on the couch and gasped while still looking at her phone. "You have got to be fucking kidding me." She practically screamed. Megan didn't swear a lot, so when she did, you know some deep shits happening

"What?" I said to her, she looked up to me, back to her phone then shook her head.

"Megan, what is it?!" I asked again, she needs to freaking tell me what is going on. She stuffed her face in her hands and groaned before looking up to me

"Apparently we scheduled you to have one more performance in Georgia. You were supposed to go on the radio for a quick little song and do some sort of interview." followed by another groan. It was my turn to freak out now,

"What the hell? How did this happen? When did this happen?" I asked frantically.

"Now that I think about it I remember hearing about it in January, that's when we agreed to do it." She said obviously stressed out because she pinched the bridge of her nose,

"Well lets just cancel it, I mean its not that big of a deal right?" I asked her, she is a big part of my management, even if she is my best friend she still makes most of the business decisions for me.

"We can't cancel it, that's the thing, this was supposed to be the 'last performance' before you go off to college, this is when you have to announce your break and everything." She said and leaned back in the seat she was previously sitting in. She's right though, this interview performance is important, it'll be the difference between people waiting for more music and completely forgetting about me. I sighed loudly,

"Okay okay you're right, when is it?" I ask finally starting to calm down

"Next week" she says and panic floods right back through my veins,

"Next week?! And they just sent you an email now?" 

"No, I didn't even get an email, I saw them tweet it, they were talking about how they were so excited for you to come on the show. I'm just happy I still follow them or this would have been a bigger disaster."

"Well this is just great." I grumbled,

"Well its only seven, the guys won't be here for an hour so Ill go get the plane tickets figured out." She said getting up from the couch to the computer. This is why Im glad shes my manager, when she gets into problems like this she can take care of it without losing a head, if it was me, I would have probably died of panic attacks long ago.