I Won't Give Up

Chapter 4

Hello everyone :) I'm going to go back and forth typing this on my phone and on my computer so I won't have bold or italics sometimes! I hope everyone is enjoying my story! :) -Taylor

Chapter 4

"Harry! It's 2:15! I sent you a message saying to be ready! Hurry up!"

Well Liam sounds thrilled. I didn't fully read his text but I was dressed and ready. I grabbed my phone and left my room.

"Sorry Daddy! I'll be down in a second." I heard him groan and shut the door. Assuming he was pissed, I headed to Louis' room to get him. I knocked on the door.

"Are you ready Lou?"

He opened his door wearing a blue button down shirt with short sleeves and tan chinois. He was slipping his white converse on.

"I'm ready. Don't worry. Let's go!"

We both ran down the stairs and to the door. I threw on my white converse as well. Louis and I got in the car with the rest of the lads. Liam huffed and gave us a death stare. We were only three minutes late!

The ride to the studio was very short. It was only about fifteen minutes. The drive today was a lot quieter than usual. It was very weird. Usually we are loud and obnoxious. All of us love interviews. It's so interesting hearing what our fans say and want to know. Interviews are so much fun!

Our car finally pulled up to the large studio. We had to exit quickly. The five of us ran as fast as we could to the back entrance to avoid fans. We love meeting them, but sometimes it's a bit hectic.

As we entered, we had to go to hair and make-up. I absolutely hate hair and make-up! It makes me feel so girly! The hair stylist always gets mad at me too because I shake my hair out when she's done.

Louis was being awfully quiet. He always has a conversation with Lou Teasdale, but today he remained silent. Come to think of it, I'm not sure where Louis is. I looked around the room a bit. Aha! He was sitting it the corner. His head was resting on his knees and his arms were wrapped around. What's wrong now?

Slowly I got to my feet and made my way over to him. I could now see that he was shaking a bit.

"Louis?" I startled him because he jumped at the sound of my voice. He picked his head up and looked at me. I could now see his wet cheeks. "What's wrong? Please tell me."

He dropped his gaze and now looked at the floor. I don't ever recall him being this sad in the past few months. It's heart breaking.

"It's nothing Harry." I went to speak again but was interrupted by a staff member telling us we were on in 30 seconds.

I jumped to my feet excitedly and offered my hand to Lou. He stared at my hand not knowing if he should take it. He gave in and took it, getting up slowly. He was going too slow so I wrapped my arm around his waist and lifted him up, carrying him to the edge of the stage. I was laughing as he gave me death stare.

"Watch it Styles."

Liam, Niall and Zayn were waiting for us. There was a small blue couch with two stools behind it. The couch obviously fit three. The interviewer sat in front of the set up. Behind the couch and stools was a wall with many different colors on it. It was like paint splatter. It looked sick.

The lads and I took our seats. On the couch was Zayn, Liam and then Niall, and Louis and I sat behind on the stools.

The producer began his countdown.

"5,

4,

3,

2,