When Life Gives You 5 Hot Guys Make Directionade

Interviews or Just Ways of Pure Embarrassment?

Authors Note:  Over 1,000 reads!  Super happy right now!  I am glad to have people reading and voting for this story.  It means a lot.  Being at 22 parts now is awesome!  Anyways I have experienced writers block.  I don't know which direction i want to take this story in so I'm just gonna wing it.

Thank you,

K xxx

Thankfully my mom was in Marla's room with her and I could sit all alone on my bed.  I wanted to be back at my house with all of my things and my familiar layout of my home.  I wanted things to be back to normal.  I wanted One Direction to leave, I wanted to take back that kiss with Harry, and I wanted to climb in my tree house lock myself away from the world.  I wanted a lot of things at the moment and on of them was not to have Niall standing outside the hotel room door knocking.

I groaned and went to the door.  I just stood in front of the door still crying.  I guess I am being a bit overly dramatic but it was embarrassing to have everyone see me have my first kiss.

"Shelby are you going to come out?  I didn't know that..well you know.  Will you please just come out.  I need to talk to you."  His sweet Irish voice just enticed me and wanted to make me open the door so bad, but I couldn't do it.  I didn't have the strength.

I had stopped crying, but I still had dried tears stuck to my face.  I was sure my face looked all red and sickly.  Who would want to show that to Niall Horan?

"Shelby?  You gonna come out?"  asked Niall one more time.

I looked back out of the peep hole and he was still standing there.  He looked really disappointed and even maybe sad.  Though no matter how much I wanted to open the door I was going to leave it shut.

"Well If you are not going to come out I might as well tell you.  Even though we are visiting you here we still have an interview.  I want you to come.  It's tomorrow morning at 8:15 so if you want to come with the boys and Rachel and my self then just be outside of the Radisson at 7:25.  Okay?"

He waited about three more minutes before he gave up and left the side of the door.  Sure I was all embarrassed right now, but I couldn't live the rest pf my life in the dark.  I was going to go to that interview tomorrow morning.

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Beep, Beep, Beep!

The hotel alarm clock was going off.  I woke up and Rachel seemed to be already out of bed.  It was 6:15 we had more than an hour before we had to be outside of the hotel and ready to go, but she was gone so my guess was she was with Harry.  She probs was getting ready in his room.  My mom was still asleep in her separate little room so I was able to get right in the shower and get all cleaned up.  It's not like I was going to be being interviewed so I didn't have to do anything super fancy to myself.

I blow dried my hair and lightly curled the ends with my flat iron.  It looked pretty good to me.  I just threw on this cute white tank top with a short sleeved navy and cream sweater.  And everything looks good with jean shorts, so I paired it with jean shorts.  Now on to my makeup.  I did my usual neutral eye with a little bit of brown eyeliner just to make my eyes look bigger.  Today however I used a bit more mascara giving my lashes a bit of a extra bold flare.

It was now 6:55 and I haden't eaten yet, so I ran into my moms room and told her I was going down to the breakfast and then reminded her that I was going to the boys' interview.  She answered with groggy "okays" so I just left.

I had worn my navy converse and had grabbed my purse.  The breakfast was just starting downstairs so they had a fresh supply of banana nut muffins.  I swear those things were breakfast heaven.  I grabbed two and ate them at a small table.  I didn't need anything more than that except some orange juice and I was good to go.  I still had ten minutes before I had to leave so I stayed sitting in the breakfast area and logged onto my facebook with my phone.  More people had posted on my wall and more people had asked me for friend requests.  All of which I ignored.