We Found Love // one direction *Completed*

Chapter 45: October 6- The Conference

Jasmine's P.O.V 

We reached the conference hall a while ago but we were just waiting for our instructions to go out.

"I'm tired!" I whined.

"You fucker, you got up at eleven-thirty!" Sam snapped.

"Babe, calm down." Harry laughed.

"I'm calm, she just pisses me off."

"Harold, are you seriously gonna let your girlfriend talk about your best friend like that?" I winked.

"Don't make me choose!"

"Okay," Paul said, walking into the room we had to wait in, "You boys are gonna have your little girly friends sit on your left side. Understood?"

"Yes, Paul!" the ten of us said together.

He smiled and opened the door.

I ended up sitting in between Niall and Louis.

"Woah, that's a lot of cameras." I whispered.

"Don't worry, love. Try to ignore them." Louis whispered back.

Niall grabbed my right hand and gave it a squeeze for reassurance.

"We'll do good." he smiled.

Paul finished talking to the reporters and came over to the table we were sitting at, "They want to talk about Harry's and Sam's relationship first."

I sighed of relief, "I think that'd be best."

I looked at Sam and Harry and smiled at them.

Sam's P.O.V 

"Oh, fun!" I said, sarcastically.

"You'll do great, love. You have me remember?" Harry said.

I smiled at  him and took a deep breath.

We walked towards the microphones and I started to get blinded by the flashes.

Multiple questions were being thrown at us.

I took another deep breath, "Okay, before we get started, I would just like to point out, the security guard in the back right corner, yea you, the zipper on your trousers is down. No, don't be embarrassed, I'm just looking out for you!" 

I heard a bunch of different people laughing but Louis' was the loudest.

"Okay," Harry said, "Let's get this ball rolling."

There was a lot more flashing from the cameras and a lot of yelling.

"Yes, lady with with white blouse which I can see the pink bra through."

All the women in the room looked down at their chests.

"Uh, how long have you been in London for?" she asked, slightly embarrassed

I looked at Harry, "What's the date today?"

"The sixth." he whispered.

"I've been in London for six days."

"And how long have you two been dating?" a man asked.

"Today would be our third day as an official couple." Harry smiled.

"Don't you think you're moving this relationship along a bit too fast?"

I thought about it.

Were we moving too fast?