Agent Kelly Tomlinson

Forty One

One Direction's first interview was in Liverpool which was nice because it was only about an hour drive. On the way there, Harry and I shared earphones and listened to the music he had on his phone. From what I could tell, he was into a lot of alternative music and even some indie rock. It was pretty cool to see this side of Harry. His personal interests. His eyes would light up when I asked about a certain band, and he would quickly skip to the next song so that I had time to hear all his favorites.

Louis and I didn't say much after he picked me up at the apartment. We were both over our moody behavior from this morning, but I think he was worried about the next couple of weeks. What was going to happen next and when? Two questions I didn't have the answer to.

Niall made the driver stop two times for food which seems a little ridiculous because it was only an hour drive. But it was hard to resist Ireland's cute innocent puppy dog face when he asked. He even went the extra mile to pout at the driver through the rear view mirror.

Zayn slept for the entire ride and Liam kept himself busy texting Danielle who was apparently set to visit next week when the lads arrived to Sheffield.

Our vehicle pulled up to a luxurious looking hotel, where many fans were already gathered with their phones up and ready to take pictures. Looking past them, I saw some open tents and sleeping packs on the side walk behind them. Did these girls wait up all night just to catch a glimpse of these boys? I never realized how dedicated these fans were to One Direction. But least to say, I was impressed.

"These girls really love you guys." I echoed my thoughts and looked back at the boys. Zayn was just waking up from his little cat nap.

"I feel bad every time we see them though," Liam said from the back seat. "We never have time to say hello. I always feel like we're leaving them hanging or something."

I'm sure the fans understood why the boys couldn't stop to talk and take pictures. With their hectic schedules, it was hard enough to get them place to place on time. But I didn't say anything. I didn't know if saying that would make Liam feel better or worse. He really was a good guy.

The driver opened the door for us to get out. The four other boys hopped out before Harry and I and waved to the fans before security whisked them away into the safety of the hotel lobby.

"You ready for this?" Harry asked me before getting out of the car.

I nodded. "Let's do this."

Harry let me get out of the car first. When he hopped out, he grabbed my hand in his securely and we both ignored the gasps that came from the screaming girls.

"Harry! Over here!"

"We love you Harry!"

"You can do much better Harry!"

"Bitch!"

"Harry! Can we get a picture?"

"Slut!"

The inside of the hotel suddenly felt like a safe haven. The doors behind us shut with a whoosh and my ears were ringing from the loud screams.

"Hey," Harry grabbed my hands and watched me skeptically. I got the feeling that he said something to me before and I missed it.

"Sorry, what?"

"I said are you okay?" Harry said.

"Oh," I scoffed like what those girls said was no big deal. "Yeah, I'm fine."

I really was fine. I was more shocked than anything. I wasn't expecting to have hurtful comments thrown at me. At first, it hit me like a punch in the gut. I could handle being called names. Lord knows that I've been called many by many people through this industry of mine. But usually I was expecting them. These, I was unprepared for.