She's Not Afraid

Harry's Interview With Death

“Yeah, back off lad, she’s mine.” Harry said, showing his dimples with every word.

“Are you a red light, because you need to stop.” I said with a completely straight face. Again, the boys laughed at my joke, but I didn’t. I just rolled my eyes. “So where are you going today?” I asked.

“They have an interview.” Lou replied. “You can come if you want, just stay backstage with your uncle and I."

“Sure,” I agreed. What choice do I have really. Stay at home by myself? I’ll pass. “I’ll go get dressed.” And with that I left the room.

I took a quick shower and brushed my teeth and let my hair air dry like usual. I threw on a blue TopShop sweater and my blue faded jeans. I slipped on my white converse that I wore last night and trudged back into my bathroom. I threw my hair into a messy ponytail and grabbed my phone and left my room.

I walked down the corridor to find them still in Louis’s room. All of them were quiet except for Harry, who was on the phone with who, I don’t know. I entered the room and sat down quietly next to Niall.

“Who’s Harry talking to?” I whispered into Niall’s ear.

"Someone from management.” He replied gently into my ear.

The rest of us were quiet while Harry replied to the guy he was talking to with lots of alrights, okays and yeahs. One response in particular caught my attention. “Should I tell her?” He asked the person on the other end of the line. He then went back to his routine of okays, and yeahs.

“What time is your interview?” I whispered to Niall. He looked at his watch.

“Crap! Half an hour. Harry, hurry up!” He said to the boy with the phone to his ear. The rest of the boys, Lou and I left the room and went to go get into Paul’s car while Harry finished up his conversation. We were all in when we were just waiting for Harry. He finally came to the car and Paul pulled out of the driveway and onto the road.

The car ride was silent the whole way there, just the quiet tapping of fingers on their rightful phones. When we finally arrived, it had started to rain and we all ran inside, trying not to get wet.

I failed, of course.

As I was running, I didn’t see the ginormus puddle that had been forming for quite a while. I stepped right in it and instantly got soaked.

It didn’t help that Niall stepped in a pothole, either. The rest of the boys were already there when Niall stepped in a hole in the cement and came tumbling down. I just kept running, the rain water blurring my vision. What else was there to do than to accidently trip over the fallen leprechaun.

I landed on top of him. I looked at his face and saw he was just laughing. I started laughing too as we raced inside the building. The people backstage gave us weird looks, like we were hobos or something. The moment Niall and I were inside, we made a secret pact to hug all of the other boys and get them soaking as well. Telepathy, I guess.

I attacked Louis in a bear hug, almost tackling him to the ground. He was instantly drenched and he just laughed. I next embraced Zayn, knowing he was get irritated. But of course, that’s why I did it.

“Thanks,” Zayn said sarcastically. “Now we’ll be all wet for our interview.”

When my uncle and Lou finally made it, they were furious. They hadn’t run like the rest of us, considering they had an umbrella. Lou ran frantically to the now soaking boys and started to panic. The boys were wisked away onto the stage before she could fix any of their makeup or change their clothes.