Chapter Thirteen
Whitney's POV
I flipped the pancakes in the pan and smile at how I was cooking. I didn't get to cook much, mostly cause my parents didn't trust me in the kitchen and we had a cook/maid to do the cooking for us. Chocolate chip pancakes, fifth trial. You laugh but it's the truth. I didn't realize that you put the chocolate chips into the batter then put it in the pan, not put the chocolate chips in the pan then pour the batter over it. Don't try that at home.
I flipped my third one and then put the other two on a plate. Soon my third one was done and I turned off the stove. I grab my plate, syrup, a fork and a napkin, and walk towards the telly. I set my stuff down on the coffee table, and sit on the ground, legs under the table. Fudge. I forgot my drink. I begrudingly get back up and grab my milk off of the counter, I grab the remote and resume my position under the table. I turn on the tv and it's on the news. Hmm, haven't watched this in awhile.
They were in the middle of saying something about some Christmas Ball but the program was soon over and replaced with a... One Direction interview?? Okay, odd how thats on one of the major news channels, but okay! I turned up the volume and poured tons of syrup over my pancakes. I love drowning my pancakes, waffles and french toast in syrup. It's delicious. I cut a piece of a pancake and put it in my mouth. I smile as it melts in my mouth. I made a perfect pancake.
"Vas Happenin? I'm Zayn!" "I'm Liam!" "I'm Harry!" "I'm Louis!" "I'm Niall! And we are One Direction!" I smiled at their introduction.
"And I'm Carly Rae Jepsen!" I choked on my milk, and wiped my mouth, still coughing a bit. You've got to be kidding me. I look at Niall and he's trying really hard to smile nicely. I look at Louis and it's like he can tell I'm watching this, he has a "Sorry love" look on his face. I smile as Harry snaps Louis out of it, and Louis smiles at Haz. Yep. Larry Stylinson everyone. Now why the hell is Carly Rae on the news with them?
"Hello lads and Carly, welcome!" I see the camera zoom in on an interview lady. Everyone smiles at her and she begins her questions.
Interviewer: What's it like to have a second album come out?
Its absolutely amazing. We are so proud of this album and we have worked so hard for this for our fans. The music is different from our first album so we were a bit unsure if the fans would react the same but we are so lucky to have come out with Take Me Home. -Liam
This album is definitely different from my first album. I've grown musically and times have changed since the first album, so it's a new sound. My first single, Call Me Maybe, was a huge hit and I just hope that my album can live up to the hype. You know that the Call Me Maybe song was how I got Niall's attention. -Carly
I rolled my eyes at her last comment. I wonder if she actually thought that went in with her answer smoothly. Poor Niall, he looked like he was gonna die on the telly. I saw Zayn shoot her a rude look and I laughed. I finished my first pancake and listened for the next question.
Interviewer: That's great Carly. So how have the fans reacted since your albums have come out?
The reaction from the fans has been bloody amazing. The amount of preorders we had recieved on iTunes was through the roof so it felt so amazing that our fans were so pumped for our new album. We were so pumped for them to hear it. Now that they have, the response has been huge. -Louis
Yeah. Within the first hour of our album being released on iTunes, #TakeMeHome was a trending topic on Twitter, worldwide. Then within the first week, over a million copies were sold and that alone was amazing. The numbers are so big but we owe it all to our fans. Without them, we would not be here without them. -Zayn
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