"And that was One Direction, performing their single, Live While We're Young!"
I smile, watching as the guys all sit down on a large red couch that just barely fits them all. My eyes wander between the blond and the curly haired one on the television screen backstage. Eleanor mumbles something about Louis looking adorable and I giggle.
The interviewer proceeded to ask the guys about their album and tour, asking typical questions that I've seen the boys asked before on television.
"Harry, how was your day today?" the man in the suit asks. A devilish grin appears on his lips as he looks at the camera. I can feel the heat rise to my cheeks as he answers, "Great. Absolutely great."
"Well, what if I can make it better?" the man asks, grinning. The guys all glance at Harry, all equally as each other.
"How?"
"We got a little surprise for you, man." he smiles. Some music begins to play and we see a blonde girl walk out on stage, her hair in loose waves, face full of makeup, some heels on, and a tight black dress.
"Everyone give it up for Harry Styles' girlfriend, Stephanie Casey!" the interviewer shouts, as the audience cheers. People certainly did not cheer today when they found out I was Niall's girlfriend, after finding out the rumor.
I watch as the model squeals and practically pounces on Harry, giving him a big hug and kiss on the cheek. He smiles, but the smile doesn't reach his eyes. My heart sinks a little, seeing this gorgeous girl on his lap with her arms around him.
"The hottest couple in Hollywood, everybody!" the man states with a grin. "Tell me, what's it like, dating this gorgeous model?"
Harry clears his throat before saying how great she is. I clench onto my left arm tightly, feeling uneasy. Stephanie then talks about how she loves being with him and how he's so supportive of her and comes to her shoots. Obviously screaming for attention for her modeling.
"Look folks, it doesn't look like there's two boy band member taken anymore, but now three!" the interviewer states after a few minutes of her speaking.
"Oh no." I whisper, straightening up. Eleanor than mumbles an "Oh my gosh" as the camera zooms in on Niall.
"I do not know what you are talking about." Niall laughs, rubbing the nape of his neck.
"Oh really?" the interviewer asks, before two pictures of me come up on the screen behind them. Both of me from the airport, one of my full face with Eleanor behind me, and the other where Niall has his arm around me, pulling me away from the paparazzi.
"We understand that she's a friend of yours, from long before you became a member of One Direction. However, there's been reports of you two dating, and we've seen you two together several times." the interviewer states, another picture coming up where Niall's hand is resting on my back as he guides me to the car after the concert.
"Young love! I remember when Harry and I started dating! We-" Stephanie is cut off by the interviewer who then states, "We also understand that she is currently backstage, behind the scenes right now!"
Niall's eyes widen and I freeze when someone enters the room, holding a large camera, pointing at me.
"Megan, why don't you come up here! The girl who stole his heart, which we didn't think was possible after being the only single member since the band formed!" the interviewer says.
Some backstage crew member grabs me by my arm and I'm pushed towards the stage, desperately trying to resist. A bright light shines on me as I'm pushed onto the edge of the stage, and the crowd screams. I feel paralyzed. I look at Niall, whose looking at me with apologetic eyes and then at Harry, whose eyebrows are furrowed together.
"I thought this interview was about us, and not our love lives?" Liam speaks up loudly, shifting in his seat, crossing his arms.
"So you admit, there is love between Niall and Megan!" the interviewer beams.
"NO! I mean, yes, as in they love each other as friends, and Niall has liked her more than that, but- I need to stop talking." Liam grumbles, covering his face as Niall gives him the dirtiest look I've ever seen from him. I quickly turn around to run off stage, but the interviewer comes up and grabs my arm.
"Don't touch her!" Harry freaks out, almost pushing Stephanie off of his lap. I feel like a deer in the headlights, and I want to run.
"Oh relax, I'm not going to harm her. I'm Shawn, by the way! Why don't we bring the happy couple closer together?" he grins, flashing his bright white teeth. He runs his fingers through his dark, black hair and drags me over to Niall.
"Give the happy couple a little love!" he shouts, letting me go. Niall stands up and announces, "This is ridiculous! We aren't together! She is literally just a friend."
"Kiss. Kiss. Kiss. Kiss. Kiss." the crowd chants loudly, clapping their hands together in sync. I glance up to see above the stage an electric sign that usually tells the crowd to clap or cheer. Instead of that, someone typed into the prompter the word 'Kiss'. This is ridiculous.
Niall tries to talk more, but the crowd overpowers his voice completely. Even Shawn is laughing and chanting along. "They'll all stop if you kiss the girl!" Shawn speaks out loudly.
I can see Niall turn from his naturally pale color to a red, angry color. He grabs onto me, and the crowd begins to cheer, until he drags me off of the stage with him, resulting in a whole lot of boos. I then hear one of the guys say that the interview is now over. More boos come from the crowd.
Niall drags me back to the dressing room area, where Eleanor is still sitting on the couch with her eyes wide as ever. He slams the door shut, and pulls me into a tight hug, burying my head into his chest.
"I'm so sorry! I've never, even been in such a disrespectful interview before! Never again will we interview with this guy." Niall mumbles into my ear. The feeling of being paralyzed slowly starts to fade away and tears of embarrassment begin to roll down my cheeks. My throat tightens and I wipe at my tears, as he hugs me tighter.
The door clicks open, and I hear someone ask, "Megan, are you okay?"
I try to dry my tears up completely, and then pull back a little to nod my head yes. All four guys have walked in, and so has the model, Stephanie, but she's on her phone texting away. Zayn shuts the door behind them, and Harry asks, "Can I help?".
"I got it." Niall shakes his head no, and tightens his arms around me again.
"Eleanor, you couldn't of stopped them from taking her on stage?" Niall huffs, rubbing circles in my back.
"I didn't know what to do! That's never even happened before! I froze like she did when they walked in back here!", she defends herself, almost screaming.
"You still could've helped her!" Niall remarks, his voice very agitated. I pat his chest and whisper, "Calm down. It's not her fault."
"Still."
I look up at him, begging him with my eyes to stop. He sighs and pushes my head back into his chest and holds me tightly.
"Someone see if the van is ready. I'm not staying for no damn meet and greet." he remarks.
"I'll check." Liam nods, before exiting the room. I nuzzle my head up, and look at Harry over Niall's shoulder. He's staring right back at me, and I move my head a little to catch Louis glancing back and forth between me and Harry. I look down and gulp, my nerves from earlier slowly dwindling away. I just want to go back to the hotel and sleep.
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Our Little Secret // h.s.
Fanfiction"Niall can't know, he'll kill us." I whisper, feeling breathless. I rest my head on his sweat covered chest and he presses his lips to my forehead. He runs his fingers along the bare skin on my back and whispers, "No one can find out."
