Finding Someone (Sequel to My Best Friend)

Chapter 23 - In The Public Eye

Zayn's POV

"You guys might want to see this." I called. We had been in Italy for about a day now and surpirisingly there weren't to many stories about Harry and Kari, until now that is. I had just spent the last ten minutes flipping through goodness knows how many channels until I finally found one that wasn't in Italian. The program just happened to be a gossip show which I usually hate, but right now TV was TV. A few minutes later a picture of Harry and Kari kissing came up and the reporter started her story. Liam and Louis joined me to listen. Not really the people I called for but, I guess I had to be more specific next time.

"It seems as though One Direction member Harry Styles has got himself a girlfriend. This pictures were taken in an airport in Italy where the band and touring mate Claire are set to preform a show tonight. But, just who is this mystery girl traveling with to of the hottest acts on the pop charts? Right now it seems that nobody knows." The reporter finished and a new story came on.

"Well, at least there wasn't any false rumors." Liam said looking on the bright side of the situation.

"But now everyone wants to know who Kari is." Louis added.

"Simple solution. We take her to an interview." Harry said joining the conversation.

"What about an interview?" Kari asked coming up behind Harry.

"Basically, you and Harry were on TV and nobody knows who you are." I explained.

"So what's an interview got to do with this?" She asked.

"Oh, dear Kari, sweet, innocent child, people need to know who you are so the don't stalk your every move." Louis said sweetly. "An interview is the best way to prevent the whole stalking thing." He added.

"Lou, I think your overreacting, but I guess I'm up for an interview. As long as I barely have to talk."

"An interview it is!" Liam said. He pulled out his phone and called Simon to arranged one. What would we do without Liam?

Kari's POV

It seemed like Harry and I's "relationship" was a bigger deal than I thought because it seemed like every TV channel and newspaper in Italy scrambled for the chance to interview us. Simon chose the channel he thought would be best and within the hour we were headed to a studio. I don't think I would ever understand paparazzi. When we got out of the car at the studio it seemed like a million camera flashes went off at once. We hurried into the studio where workers escorted us to our separate dressing rooms. Yes, I had my own fucking dressing room. I never thought I would get a chance to say that. A few minutes later to stylists came in to find me something to where. I became more and more disgusted at each out fit they showed me. There was no way I was doing an interview looking like a slut. I said no to every single outfit that a, was ugly, b, was see through, c, was going to show my arse if I bent down the slightest, or d, was tight and strapless. Usually I respect stylists decisions, but it was like these two wanted the whole country of Italy to hate me. Finally I got fed up and went over to the wardrobe to pick out my own outfit. I searched through countless dresses to find a nice teal long sleeve cardigan sweater, appropriate length khaki shorts, a white cami, and a pretty floral scarf. I finished the outfit off with white sandals. The stylists looked displeased that I didn’t go with their recommendations, but said I was good to go. I smiled as they left and Lou came in to do my hair and makeup. Every time I see Lou I’m amazed by her. Traveling with us crazy lot and taking care of sweet little Lux at the same time must be tricky.

“Hey Lou.” I greeted her.

“Hello Kari! Read for your first interview?” She asked brightly.