The Interview

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The next morning, he actually woke up before I did. He kept whispering my name trying to wake me up. I grunted and rolled over. He had already been up, showered and gotten ready for the day.

“Alright, if you don’t wake up, I’m going to have to resort to tickling you to wake you up.” He teased. Needless to say, I woke up and sat straight up in the bed.

“I’m up” I said hurriedly, giggling. I looked around and realized where I was. I had almost forgotten where I had slept. “So, what are today’s plans,” I yawned.

“Well, we have an interview in a while and you are coming with us, otherwise you’ll be here alone.” I nodded and got out of the bed.

“Well, I better go get ready.” I smiled, hugging him close. He kissed my forehead and I smiled as I walked through the bathroom to my room which was still a giant mess to get an outfit. I picked a fairly new dress that I have only worn once. It was cute; I’m not sure why I didn’t wear it more often. I grabbed a pair of Tom’s to go with it and looked around for some jewelry, hoping it wouldn’t be too difficult to find. I finally spotted my jewelry box lying on the other side of my bed and picked it up, looking through its contents for something to go with my outfit. I grabbed a purse and my makeup bag and went back to the bathroom to get dressed.

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I walked out of the bathroom ready for the day. Zayn looked at my dress and smiled.

“What?” I asked.

“Nothing really. I think Louis will like your dress. It reminds me of one of his shirts.” He laughed. I rolled my eyes.

“Well, at least someone besides me will like it.” I pouted teasingly.

“I never said I didn’t like it” He said, pulling me to him and wrapping his arms around me.

“You never said you liked it either.” I said trying to get out of his grip which only made him hold onto me tighter.

“Well, I do. It suits you” He smirked as he placed a soft kiss on my lips leaving me wanting more as we walked down the stairs to get Niall and head to the studio. We double checked that the doors were all locked and climbed in Niall’s car. He drove us to the studio where we met the other guys before heading over to the TV station. Everyone piled into a van belonging to the studio and we were driven to the TV station. I got my first glimpse of how their lives really are when we got close to the station. I saw a sea of people, mostly girls, crowded around the doors and down the sidewalks. We pulled up and slowly eased into the driveway. These girls were insane. My eyes were wide as I was taking everything in.

“Are they always like this?” I asked. The guys all laughed.

“Sweetie, this is them being calm.” Louis laughed. If it was possible, my eyes got even wider. We finally reached a gate that you had to have a code to get into and the girls couldn’t follow us anymore. I let out a breath I didn’t realize I was holding in as the gate closed behind us. The driver parked the van and everyone climbed out. We were there nearly an hour before we were supposed to be, but I quickly realized it was so the guys could talk to the fans for a bit.

“Alright, we are going around front to see the fans, do you want to come with us or go inside?” Zayn asked.

“I’ll just stay with you guys.” I smiled weakly. “But I’ll stay behind a little. I don’t want to be in the way.”

“You could never be in the way.” He said as we turned to follow the other guys that had already started walking towards the front of the building. Suddenly, I heard the screaming erupt and I knew at least one of the guys had rounded the corner where the fans could see them. I walked in between Zayn and Niall as we rounded the corner and was a little overwhelmed at the amount of energy coming from the fans. I stayed closer to the building and let the guys do their thing as I just watched. I was pretty impressed. I would have probably been too scared to meet any of them if it were me. I noticed how nice the boys were being, even though some of the fans were pretty aggressive. After about 45 minutes of them signing autographs, talking, and taking pictures, they waved goodbye to the fans and began walking towards where I was. We all entered the station and were lead to a dressing room where we would wait until they were ready for us. We all just sat around talking. Harry realized I was a little nervous.

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