Choose Your Own Direction - Harry Styles

Harry

Good choice ;) Loves me some Styles. Anyhoo on with the show!

"(Y/N)! Over here!" A reporter screamed as you walked by. The other paparazzi quickly followed suit. You stopped and did a quick pose.

You smile awkwardly and tried to hurry to the other end of the red carpet.

"Take it easy kid. You'll do great. Knock 'em dead." You manager gave you a pat on the back.

You breathed slowly as you entered the lobby. Your chest began pounding as you looked around and didn't see your manager, and your co-workers were already in interviews.

Someone cleared their throat and plastered a smile on their face.

" Hi. Do you think I could get a quick interview with you?" She asked professionally.

" Sure." You quickly licked your bottom lip to make sure there wasn't any blood from biting it too hard.

She asked you the same standard questions as most reporters would.

" Thank you." She offered her hand.

You nodded, and took it.

The door burst open suddenly and five very handsome, familiar boys made their way into the premier. An older gentleman who was much bigger and muscular slammed the door, leaving a mob of screaming girls outside.

The reporter turned back to you with a slight smirk. A hand made its way to your shoulder. You jumped looking back.

" (Y/N), you better get more interviews in before twelve. It's getting late." Arnie said,

You nodded and another reporter made his way over.

" Wait! One last question?" The first reporter asked.

"Yes?"

" What do you think of One Direction?"

You glanced over at the boys that were still attracting attention. They seemed to be enjoying themselves.

"They're...well I'm definitely a fan." You smiled, trying not to look up.

The second reporter scribbled down notes.

" We'll have to touch base later." She grinned, bee lining it to the boys.

" I'm sure you're sick of answering questions about your movie." He glanced at you nodding. " So lets talk about you."

You tried to answer honestly though the whole interview, and sprinkling in what management wants you to say.

" I heard you talking about One Direction earlier. Could you tell me about that?" He suddenly seemed eager. You glanced up and noticed they were talking to your previous reporter right behind your current.

" Uh..." You couldn't muster up anything.

" Well do you have a favorite? My daughter really likes that one with the tattoos...Whats his name?" He put his pencil to his head in thought. They began to say their good byes to their reporter. " Zack? No thats that musical kid...Zim?" They were walking over. They were all talking excitedly, while the curly haired boy stayed towards the back, a little quieter. " Zeke?"

" Zayn!" You exclaimed realizing what the reporter was talking about, and from frustration because of the noise. The group glanced up at you and you quickly tried to stare at the reporter. You could feel their stares in your peripheral vision.

" Thats the one! Now, your favorite?" He asked loudly, after noticing their presence.

" Um..." You obviously weren't going to admit it. You looked backwards to Arnie, where he was talking to the large man that walked in with the band. He looked up and saw your distress. He and the other man made their way over. You turned back around.

"Well you wouldn't pick a favorite child would you?" > Snarky

" No comment." > Safe