Harry Finally Found His Bo

Film Project Take One

*Liam's POV*

The camera light practically blinded me. I held up my hand trying to block my eyes from the radiating beam.

"Sorry, Liam." Amanda squeaked adjusting the lighting. Her hands fiddled with the buttons until the rays weakened. I let out a sigh or relief and brought my hand down.

Oddly enough, I was nervous. I mean, I feel like this is a question we would all know so easily. We have all been interview trained and know exactly what to say.

But this isn't an interview. These are two sweet girls that are filming for their school project. This feels more personal than any other interview I've ever done.

Amanda snaps at me to get my attention. I flick my towards her, shaking out of my thoughts.

"Are you okay?" She asks raising an eyebrow.

"Yeah, yeah. Sorry about that." I chuckle nervously. She presses her lips in a line and looks around the room as if she wants to say something. I run my hands over my pants, waiting to see if she will.

"I-uh..." She begins, but stops and glances down at her feet.

"Are you okay?" I ask trying to help her out. She exhales and flashes her blue eyes at me.

"This just entire thing feels like a dream. Just last week I was jamming to your music and fawning over photos of you boys...and now..." She takes a breathe. "I am literally staring at Liam James Payne." She looks flustered, like she's about to cry. "I'm trying not to cry." She says through watery  eyes. I flash a smile and get up from my seat to engulf her in a hug. She hugged me back, squeezing a little too tight.

"Amanda, you are the reason we are the band that we are. It's fans like you that keep us going." I say to the girl who refuses to remove her arms from my body.

She chuckles and pulls away. Several tears have fallen down her cheeks, but she rubs them away.

"Thank you, Liam." She sniffles. "I just have so many questions." She gushes.

I raise an eyebrow and sit back down. "Well, fire away." I insist.

"They aren't necessarily for the film project, it's just out of my curiosity." She shrugs.

I furrow my eyebrows and hesitate before answering.

"O...kay." I adjust myself in the stool.

"I'm not going to ask them now..or ever." She whispers the last part. "Just my fangirl, crazy self talking." She scoots back behind the camera.

I gestures to thumbs up towards her. "Sounds good." I say playfully.

She's slightly blushes behind the camera. Honestly, I forget how much we affect our fans. I swear the littles things will get them so excited. It cracks me up, but I love it.

"Phew, okay. Let's get started." Amanda ties her up into a ponytail and goes to grab a stool form the corner of the room. My knee is shaking out of nervousness and my eyes dance around the room. The boys are nowhere to be found, neither is Briana. I'm surprised Niall isn't here to be with Amanda. He hasn't shut up about her since he met her. He's always been the type to crush hard and get attached easily. It's worrying sometimes because I don't want our Nialler to open his heart and possibly get hurt.

"Sorry, Sorry." Briana rushes in with a clipboard.

"About time." Amanda muttered. Briana rolled her eyes at her.

"I had to grab everything from our room, it took a while." Briana retorted. I chucked, hoping they didn't hear me, but both their heads snapped up towards me. Quickly, I cleared my throat and pressed my lips together.

"Okay, Liam. What we're going to do is keep the camera rolling the entire time to get the most candid response. We can remove whatever you would like us to. Also you have a say in the finished product, of course." Amanda stated as she scribbled something onto her clipboard. Briana grabbed a stool for herself and placed it beside Amanda's.

"I asked the others to remain outside for each guy's interview. This will help you give clean answers with no distractions." Briana finished off with a smile. She pulled out another clipboard for herself.

My mind was in a jumble. Ever since the girls posed the question, I've been pondering my answer. As a band, we've produced a load of songs. Some songs obviously mean more to others, depending on the theme.

"Okay, Liam. Camera's ready. Are you?" Amanda peeks out from behind the camera. My arms goes up to cover my nervous coughs.

"Erm, I think so." I admit.

"We know it's a tough question, so take all the time you need." Briana flashes a sympathetic smile. "I mean, I can't even name my favorite song for you guys." She shakes her head.

"Definitely not easy, but I think starting will get me out of the funk I'm in." I run my hands over my face, trying to get the nerves out.

"You sure?" Amanda asks.

"Let's do It." I nod in her direction.

"Okay, here we go." She presses a button at the top of her camera and a red light appears next to the leans.

"I'm just going to repeat the full question." Briana states.

I lick my lips and squeeze my knees with the my fingertips.

"Liam, you've produced four albums with One Direction now, with countless of incredible songs on each one. Which song in particular is your favorite and why?" Briana looks up from her paper, her brown eyes meeting him.

I hesitantly gulp and open my mouth.