Chapter 10

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*A/N GUYS! I know it took me SO LONG to update, but its because I've been extremely busy but I promise I'll start to update more often! Enjoy this chapter :).

I don’t understand why Harry invited me to their interview, I hope they don’t present me to their fans, I have been on twitter and tumblr and One Direction has hardcore fans, once they knew my name they’d haunt me down and know everything about me, they’d send me hate for being friend with their boys, some of them though would support me and love me for being friends with the ‘lads’, and some others would show they care but only because I can be the way they meet the boys. Directioners –as they call themselves, I’ve learned they can be wild in the sense that they would do whatever it takes to meet the boys, to be friends with them, to know everything about them, everything about their childhood and their whole life. It’s quite interesting how they manage to know the exact location of One Direction, it’s somehow amusing. I’m sure that if I had known about One Direction before actually meeting them I would have been captivated by their talent and their beauty and I’d be now part of that lovely yet wild fandom of theirs; I’d spent day and night trying to find them, trying to meet them, I’d do anything and everything to make them follow me on twitter, and I’d do everything that their fans do. I’m sort of scared that if fans know about me they’ll haunt me, they’ll haunt my past, they’d make the memories fill my mind once again, I’m afraid that they wouldn’t like me, it’s quite frightening given the fact that they do hate on the girls that are lucky enough to be friends of the boys. I don’t think I’m ready for that, I shouldn’t go to their interview, or I should tell the boys how I feel about fans acknowledging my existence and my friendship with them. I appreciate my privacy. I don’t want paparazzi running behind me every day, I pretty much appreciate the privacy that I currently have, I appreciate my life and my secret life with One Direction –though I don’t look at them as One Direction, they are my friends and for me they are not celebrities.

Finally I decided I’d go but that I wouldn’t let their fans know about me, if that’s why Harry invited me to their interview.

I wore black leggings, a white shirt with the London flag, a jacket and a black scarf; I applied some eyeliner and hot pink lip gloss. Walking out of my flat I locked my door and walked into the boys’ apartment.

“I’m ready” I announced as I walked in, I noticed the room was too silent so I looked up. The boys were standing in the middle of the room looking at me, with a mischievous smile playing on their faces. “Are you guys…planning something?” Niall chuckled softly and Liam walked to the door

“Let’s go lads” he said as he walked out of their apartment. I was confused, but I shrugged it off and followed them into their recognizable van.

“Guys, I was thinking” I was cut off by Harry announcing something.

“I’d like to announce” he started off “that today is the day in which our fans will know about our new friend” he said with a huge smile on his face.

“NO! No, I… you…  no, I won’t let that happen. I pretty much appreciate my privacy and that’s exactly what I was about to say, I don’t want you guys to make public our friendship…”

“ WHY NOT!” Louis cried into my ear, I cringed and looked at him utterly annoyed.

“Because! I appreciate my privacy, and what if your fans start hating on me? I’ve seen how they react whenever there’s a picture of any of you with a girl or something like that! They won’t like me”

“If they are real fans they won’t hate on our friend” Zayn added, and its true anyways I’m only friends with them, nothing more, they shouldn’t hate on me.

“Okay” I sighed giving up and ending the discussion. We arrived to the radio station and we got in.

“Hello, boys” the receptionist greeted them and guided us to a cabin “you’ll be starting in 20 minutes, Mary will be here any time soon” I guess Mary is the interviewer.

The interview started and it was going great, Mary asked basic stuff about their album and their tour and something they said got my attention, they start their next tour in about two or three weeks, which means they’ll leave and I’ll stay here, by my own… that’s not good.

“So, who’s in a relationship?” Mary asked. I was expecting that question, I wasn’t brave enough to ask that myself. The only one who raised his hand was Liam, he was smirking and slightly blushing.

“I am in a relationship, her name is Danielle Peazer and she’s a dancer” Liam stated, he looks really happy just by thinking in her, that’s great. I’d say I want a boyfriend but at the moment I have the best guy best friends I could ask for, they are like the five brothers I never had.

“So, only Liam is in a relationship? What about you guys, do you have a crush?” she asked to Harry, Niall, Zayn, and Louis.

“Not really, I personally think I don’t have time to be in a relationship, plus I have some great friends who I can talk to. I don’t need a girl friend, not at the moment” Louis said.

“I agree” Niall and Zayn said at the same time, Harry nodded in agreement and then looked at me; Mary the interviewer noticed that move and got interested in me.

“So, who’s this lovely girl you’ve brought today?” she asked, suggesting something more than me being just friends with them.

“This is Rachel, we met her a couple of days ago and she’s now a really close friend of ours” Harry said signaling me to move close to them

“So, Rachel how is life with One Direction?” I didn’t know what to say, I didn’t want to say too much nor too little, I took a deep breath before speaking

“Life with One Direction is like living with your five best friends, they are fun to be with and you can expect from them what you’d expect from any other guy of their age. They are down to earth guys even though they are celebrities” I said looking at Mary, she looked away from me and continued the interview with the boys.

An hour passed and we were now free to go. Louis walked past me and said something that sounded like “you were good, Rache”. We got into the van and went back home. I headed directly into my apartment, it had been a long day and though it was still early I was sleepy. I slipped into my pajamas and went to sleep.

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