Daydreaming Is Dangerous {1D fanfic}

Chapter 3: My Old Friend

I walked out into the hallway, looking around, but to find the boys all piled onto one sofa.

"Why didn't you just sit on that one?" I asked them, pointing to the other larger one.

"Because this one was closest to the door. And we tried to listen to you for a while. Then we couldn't decide who should leave this one." Louis replied.

"Well, you guys are wanted in there. Don't leave them waiting..." I said, throwing my stuff onto the single seater sofa.

"Already? You like just went in!" Niall said, jumping up and shoving his phone back into his pocket.

"Well, obviously, they wanted to talk to you more." I said, kind of snotty, then decided I shouldn't have said it.

One Direction pranced, literally, into the interview room. I whipped my phone out of my pocket, deciding to check twitter. Nothing interesting. So I checked my messages. I only had one, from my best friend Candie, who lived on the complete other side of the city. -Hey girl, what is happening? I heard that you had an interview today... How did it go?-

I texted her back, -Good... I guess...-

I waited for five minutes, but she didn't respond. Then I realized that the boys had been in the room for around ten minutes. I was slowly becoming very, very, bored. I had to find something to do. I thought to myself, If One direction was bored, what would they do?

Explore the studio. Sounds fun....

I decided that my excuse if someone wondered what I was doing, was that I had to find a bathroom. I put my phone back into my pocket, and started on my adventure.

The hall that I began in was rather long, with seating areas by every door marked "Interview." Every so often I saw a employee, but they just walked right by me.

Once I had reached the end of the hallway, I took a right. There was a room with a door open, so I looked in. There were a bunch of TV screens and monitors, with a bunch of people talking. A few screens were blank, some were fuzzy, and some of them had subtitles with french news hosts on them. I was about ready to leave, when I found a few screens with One Direction on them.

All the boys were laughing, except for Louis. He had on a staright face. Just by looking I could tell that he had said a funny joke, because he always look so serious afterwards.

"Seriously? It is not that funny. I was hurt, and now you are laughing! How rude!" Louis said, only making everbody laugh even more.

"Hey? What are you doing in there?" I heard someone say behind me. Crap, I thought to myself, and took off down the hallway again. The person followed me. "Mia? Is that you?" the person asked.

I decided to run back to the interview area where I belonged. I saw the hallway that I had originally ran down, and took off. Man, I wished that the hallway wasn't as long. I started to get tired, but I kept running. Finally I reached the waiting area.

But he was still behind me. So I did the exact thing I wasn't supposed to. I ran back into the interview room, where the boys were.

"Liam!" I said, launching myself into his protective arms.

"Mia? What are you doing back in here?" Carmella asked. Then the security man came into the room.

"Mia? Mia Anderson?" He asked.

"Mia, what did you do now?" Liam asked me.

I knew exactly who it was. The short, brown, hair... the British accent, the 6'2 height, it all came back to me.

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"Bryan?" I asked.

"Who is that?" Niall asked.