The Interview(Harry Styles)

Prologue

Alright guys this a mix of Blake's POV and Niall's POV. I hope you guys like it XD!!

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Prologue

Blake's POV

“AHHHHH!” My twin sister, Taylor, screamed. I cover my ears after setting my book down. When Taylor stops her ear splitting scream, I cautiously uncover my ears.

“What the hell is wrong with you?” I yell from the couch, while she's jumping around beside me.

“I WON! I WON! I WON THE CONCERT TICKETS!” She continues to scream. Oh yeah she's been going on about how she hoped she would win these one boy band tickets. Wouldn't shut up about it.

“Oh, you won congrats. What's their name, again?” After the question left my mouth, Taylor stopped jumping and looked at me like I was stupid.

“How are we related? How could you not know the name of the best singers in the world?” She looks genuinely concerned. I laugh and hold my hands up in mock defense.

“Sorry, I don't spend every waking moment thinking about 5 boys that will never know I exist.” I say.

“Their name is One Direction, little sister.” She replies.

“You were born 5 minutes before me.” I roll my eyes at my twin. Taylor finally sits back down and prints the tickets out.

“Will you go with me? Please!” She pleads.

“No.” I say simply. Why would I go to a concert that I'm not even a fan of.

“Please, you know mom and dad won't let me go without you.” She gets on her hands and knees.

“I'm sorry I don't want to go. Just bring Stacy with you. And I'm pretty sure mom will let you go.” I reason with Taylor.

“Blake, c'mon, it's not like you're going doing anything. Please, this is a once and a life time opportunity. Please.” She responds.

I groan “No, I'm sorry but I don't want to go.” I say and sit up taking my book with me.

My sister and I do have looks in common but nothing else, in fact we're polar opposites. I like classic rock, she likes boy bands. I hear converse she wears high heels. But she's my twin and I love her to death. She maybe over bearing at times but that's what make her unique. We both have blonde hair and blue eyes, the only difference between us, physically, is that I have freckles on my cheeks and she doesn't. Taylor is your regular preppy cheerleader, except she's not that mean. But she does have her moments when she can be described as a bitch. She wants to be a photographer, I want to be a writer. My dream is to one day work at a respectable newspaper writing about sports. Taylor wants to visit the world with just her camera.

When One Direction is finally in L.A, Taylor is pissed. Mom and dad ended up saying no because Taylor didn't do her chores and she has two F's. The concerts tonight and Taylor is over exaggerating, like always.

“This is totally unfair. This is a one time thing.” Taylor says as she paces around the room. “It's going to start in an hour.” She stops and turns to me. “I'm going. Please don't tell. You have to help me. I'm going to text Stacy.” She fumbles with her phone but I grab it first.

“You can't go. You got bad grades that's your fault. I won't cover for you.” I throw her phone on my bed.

“Can't you be on my side for once. Please help me. I need to go.” She begs. I shake my head knowing the consequences. “God, you're the worst sister ever!” She stomps away but before she reaches the door I stop her. I know she doesn't mean what she said but it still got to me.