HARRY P.O.V.
"Harry... Harry wake up." I heard a feminine voice whisper. Then I felt a pair of soft lips on mine. "Harry you have an interview, wake up." I slowly opened my eyes and stretched. I got out of bed, yawning and threw on a pair of jeans and a shirt. Felly was leaning against the door, texting someone and I just smiled. She looked up and saw me just standing there. "Quit staring, you're creeping me out." I snapped out of my daydream and walked out into the hallway with her. "Sorry, you just looked really beautiful like that." She rolled her eyes. "Would you like some wine with that cheese?" I chuckled. "So am I the only one doing this interview?" She nodded while she was yawning. I slipped my hand into hers since we were the only ones in the hallway but she pulled her hand away quickly. "Cameras, Harry. There are still cameras." Right. Damn cameras. I'm glad she thinks of these things cause I sure don't.
After stopping for coffee, which Felly insisted we do, we made it to the radio station. There was gonna be a photo shoot type thing after and there would cameras during the radio interview so that's why Felly was there.
FELLY P.O.V.
Paul's arm makes a very nice pillow. During the interview I kept nodding off so Paul finally told me I could use his arm as a pillow. I was almost completely asleep when the radio host asked a question that made me perk up. "So everyone wants to know, Harry. What did you mean in your last interview when you said your heart was taken by a girl who didn't know she had it? And who is that girl?" I watched Harry to see how we would react. His grin didn't even falter. "Oh, that was nothing. I met a girl at a bar and I really fancied her but that's all it was. Nothing happened and I'm still free as a bird." He winked at one of the cameras. "So are you enjoying the single life then? No commitments and such." "Oh yeah. You all know me, I've never been one to tie myself down to a girl no matter how pretty she may be. Plus, no strings attached, you know?" The radio host laughed. "I definitely do know. Well that's all the time we have. Thanks for coming in, Harry." As the station went off air and Harry chatted with the radio host for a couple of seconds, I felt sick. Yeah, Harry had to keep his appearance up but behind every lie there's a shred of truth, right? What if he wasn't lying to the radio host at all and instead he'd been lying to me this whole time. "You alright, Felisha?" I heard Paul ask. I shook my head. "Could you get one of the other stylists to do this, Paul? I'm feeling sick." I mentally crossed my fingers hoping he would let me go. "Yeah, sure. I'll get Preston to drive you back to the hotel so you can rest." I jumped up. "Thanks Paul." I quickly left before Harry could stop me.
When I got back to the hotel I had decided what I was going to do temporarily. I walked into my room and noticed all the boys were in there. "Hey Felly. Where's Haz?" Louis asked. "He's still at the radio station with Paul and one of the other stylists." I told them. They all gave me confused looks. "Why didn't you stay with him?" Zayn asked me. "Um, I'm not feeling well." Zayn looked like he knew I was lying but I ignored him and turned to Louis. "Is it alright if I stay in your room for a night or two or more?" "Uh... I guess... Why don't you want to stay with your boyfriend though?" "Long story." I said, quickly stuffing my stuff into my bag. Louis handed me his spare room key and I took my stuff to his room. I collapsed on one of the beds and decided to take a nap so no one would come in and ask me more questions. I dozed off quickly, still sound asleep when Harry walked in and sat down on the opposite bed.
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So I thought this chapter was gonna be worse than I thought. But here it is.
Felly, don't kill me please. I love you.
Everyone should go check out @FellyMarie 's story Crossroads of Life and make her update soon cause I'm impatient.
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