What Makes You Beautiful

Chapter 4

The next day was more of a lounge around day for Stacey and I. We walked around in boxer shorts, cleaning up any messes, watching television, and making snacks. We told the boys that we would tune into their interview at three so when the time came, Stacey and I grabbed some chips and nestled into the couch. The interviewer was someone I didn’t recognize. She was tall, blonde, and very professional looking. I would guess her age to be around twenty-five or so. She asked the usual questions that almost every interviewer asks including questions about their love life.

“So, Louis, how is your Eleanor? Is everything good?” she asked interested.

“Yeah, yeah, everything’s great. She’s great,” Louis replied with a cute smile.

“And you Liam? How is Danielle?” she asked turning her attention to Liam.

“Oh, she’s amazing,” he said genuinely. The interviewer went to Niall and Zayn who both shook their heads when she asked if they had any special girls we should know about. Finally, she got to Harry.

“And last but not least, our little lady killer over here. Got any hot dates coming up?” she asked with a wink.

“No, no dates,” he said smiling shyly.

“Any special girl?”

“Well,” he paused trying to formulate an appropriate answer. I felt myself moving towards the edge of my seat in anticipation. Were there any girls he had his mind set on? Was it me? No. No, it can’t be me. “There is one girl. We’re good friends.”

“Do you like her?” the interviewer interrogated. Even from my far end of the couch looking at Harry from a television screen I could see him blush.

“She’s a gorgeous girl and I have to admit I do like her.” I froze right there. Who is this girl he’s talking about?

“Is he talking about you?” asked Stacey with wide eyes.

“I have no clue,” I mumbled.

“Does she like you in return?” asked the interviewer determined to get more information.

“I’m not sure. We haven’t known each other for very long so I don’t know what she thinks of me.”

“Could we get a name?”

“I’m sorry, I don’t think I should say.”

“Oh, well I understand. Privacy and all that,” said the interviewer with a look of fake understanding. “Well I hope we can learn about this mystery girl soon!” The love questions stopped and the woman went to her stack of papers to ask the boys some fan-based questions from Twitter. 

“He had to have been talking about you. Who else would he talk about?” Stacey was looking at me with a puzzled expression.

“I doubt it. There are plenty of girls he probably has known for as much time as me.” But even when I said that, something told me Stacey was right. The interview ended so I turned off the TV.   

“I’m pretty sure he’s talking about you, Eve.”

“No, he’s not.”

“Yes, he is.” I sighed. I wasn’t going to win this argument so I might as well back down now. I felt something inside of me. It was that weird desire feeling again creeping up on me. Was it for Harry? Did I like Harry? I contemplated that but my thoughts were interrupted by the vibrating of my phone. It was a text from Harry.

“Did you like the interview? :)”  

I replied back, smiling.

“Yes it was very entertaining :)”