It's Too Cold Outside For Angels To Fly ● A 1D Fanfiction - Mostly Harry Fanfic

Part 17

Well I never thought I would be here, sat listening…

In the audience….

of CELEBRITY FREAKING JUICE.

I had once dreamt I was Rufus Hound on the show once…yes I had been having energy drinks before bed and they did not mix with my sleep pattern.

But I had never thought I would actually be here watching it with my boyfriend being interviewed!

I joined with the laughter of the audience as Keith Lemon once again took the piss out of Niall’s irishness shouting ‘POTATO!’ in that accent…something that just never got old.

They were split into the two teams with Harry and Louis on Holly Willaboobie’s team and Liam, Niall and Zayn on Fearn Cotton’s team with Keith Lemon sat in the middle on the leather seat behind the middle desk, Rufus Hound wasn’t on the show today which was probably a good thing since after my dream I could never look at him the same it was just weird.

“So your first ever song was called ‘What Makes your Beautiful’ whose idea was that?” Keith asked them all.

“Well we all kind of came up with the idea ourselves.” Liam replied.

“Ok so I’m guessing it was about a girl?”

“Yes that doesn’t know she’s beautiful.”

“Yeah I got that bit after the fifth repeat of ‘You don’t know you’re beautiful!’” He sang the line as he said it.

“You got skills there Keith you planning on joining and being the 6th member of one direction?” Fearn asked.

“Well I think I could I mean I fit in perfect right? With the looks and everything and I can even do this!” He then did a quick hair flip and pouted looking directly into the camera, I could honestly not contain my laughter, it looked like a ginger version of Harry. “I can even overwhelm people I mean watch.” He then did a huge hair flip right in front of Fearn continuously flipping till she was forced to back off her chair.

“She wants you Keith she has even got up to come get you!” Louis teased with a cheeky glint in his eye.

Next thing I knew was a round called. ‘Flipping Overwhelming’. I could see this was going to be interesting, I watched as they were told the rules, a person from each team had to wear a huge wig with various objects hanging from the curls. The object of the game was to carry on singing and whipping their wig back and forth as more items were added, the one to carry on the longest won.

From team one Harry went since he was already an expert at overwhelming with the chocolate ringlets on his head, while Liam offered to go for team two since he also had slightly longer curly hair.

I was struggling to hold my escaping roars of laughter as the wigs were placed on their heads which were bad enough but when I saw what else they had to wear I could not contain myself. Harry’s were in the shape of huge pussy cats and Liam’s were two D’s.

“Thought they suited you, since you enjoy pussy so much Harry and you’re ‘Daddy Direction’ Liam, which was the nickname I heard for you, guessing that’s what your pussy cats call you.” Keith said, I couldn’t help but turn and look at Nessa giving her a cheeky wink causing her to blush a scarlet red.

Ahh the joys of having a dirty mind.

Suddenly ‘DJ Keith’ was stood by a music desk thing sending ‘I Whip my Hair back and forth – Willow Smith’ through the speakers full blast with Liam and Harry trying to keep up with the bad head banging and singing. My stomach was struggling to handle the now silent laughing; they were both doing well until weirder heavier objects were added to the strings of fake hair.

The objects involving… mugs, a potato, forks, balls, hair brushes, sunglasses, Dare To Dream the book and much more including finally a mankini which was launched across the room at them as it landed in their hair.

I could see the determination in both they’re eyes as they head banged together bobbing to the music. “It looks like you’re going down on each other!” Keith kindly pointed out making them both laugh but try to stay concentrating.

I thought Harry was actually going to win and make the curly world extra proud until someone actually brought a live cat out and placed it on his head, well what I thought was live cat and obviously Harry did to since it distracted him so much he grabbed it off holding it in his arms making me aww as he ‘worried for the cat’s life’ until he discovered it was fake and dropped it in frustration annoyed at his best friend bragging and jumping around in a ‘celebration dance’.

I personally thought he looked like a monkey…on steroids…with a mankini on his head.

The day only got weirder as it went on while playing ‘Find the golden potato’ involving changes such as a huge fat naked man with a hat saying ‘1D’s biggest fan’, a couple of moustaches, Fearn wearing a dog mask, Niall wearing glasses with pop out eyes ect and the golden potato being a bloody traitor and heading to a JLS concert while everyone searched!

Plus a game called ‘Who am I?’ Which involved Niall dressing up as one of Jedward, Liam dressing up as Britney spears, Louis dressing up a Wagner, Harry dressing up as the queen and Zayn dressing up a Justin Bieber, I had never noticed until now but…Justin is a hair style Thief! He has stolen Zayn’s hair now! (NO HATE!) Next thing you know it will have grown curly for stealing Harry’s hairs.

I’m just going to say this now, anyone touches them curls will lose a finger! You have been warned Bieber!

The day had been edventful you could say that, but now it was sadly over. I watched as they finished with adding up the scores. “And the final scores are SHITING! Fearn’s team win by one point!” 

Great, now I will have to cheer Harry up and Louise would have to cheer Louis up, maybe we should dress up in fat sumo suits and jump on them, that could work. 

They finished the show off by doing a crazy routine of dance moves to mixture of One Direction songs with Zayn having a little dance off with Keith. 

After it was over we began to head backstage to meet them with me sharing my plan to cheer the boys up with Louise, but something was wrong I could feel it. That horrible feeling you get when you feel like you’re being watched that someone’s piercing eyes are staring at you, but you have no idea who or where they are.

Suddenly Louise stopped and turned to me as we were mid conversation. “I know this might sound weird being in a room full of people but am I the only one who feels like we’re being watched?” She asked examining the room just like me. I nodded in agreement but shrugged it off, it was proberly nothing.

“It’s probably nothing, what is more important is how are we going to steal one of them fat suits?!” I replied.