Chapter 30

Harry's POV

~~Before the interview~~

We pulled up in the tour bus, Liam went inside, the rest of well, we weren't "behaving" as Liam called it, he had come back outside to find Paul shouting at the four of us. We don't like exactly like to cooperate all the time, sometimes it's fun to mess around.

"NIALL GET BACK HERE! I'll deal with him, you get Louis" Liam yelled, as he turned and chased Niall down, he grabbed him by the collar of his shirt and drug him inside. Zayn surrendered before Paul could get his hands on him, Louis on the other hand, was yelling "YOU'LL NEVER TAKE ME ALIVE" Paul demanded I go inside while he got Louis, I nodded, then the second he had his back turned I ran. Ah I love this, I know it's not "mature" or whatever, but we're allowed to have some fun aren't we?

I ran and hid behind a bush in front of the entrance, I I got on my hands and knees so I wouldn't be spotted. I peeked over top of the bush just in time to see Paul carrying Louis over his shoulder and smacking his bum. "You're next!" He yelled, pointing to me, I raised my eyebrows, "really? Try and catch me" I threw the doors open and ran inside, Paul following close behind, man he sure is fast, and still having Louis draped over his shoulder. I turned the corner and sped into the dressing room, "Hi Lou! I think it's my turn to get my hair done" I shoved Naill out of the chair and flopped in his seat before he could stand up. Just as I sat down Paul came in. "You win this time, Harry! I'll get you later" he smirked and set Louis down before leaving. Louis walked over to me, "that was great" he chuckled, while messing up my hair and running off. "Louissss! I just brushed his hair!" Lou scolded, she sighed and snatched up the brush and hairspray, glaring at Louis who was snickering to himself.

~~the interview~~

The five of us entered the stage, we waved and Niall and I blew kisses, Liam rolled his eyes. We squeezed on the couch they had set out, why do they always make us sit on one tiny couch? Why not chairs?! Whatever, lets just get this over with...

"Hello everyone! We have One Direction here with us today! Give them a round of applause"

The audience clapped for us and we smiled at them and Niall gave them a thumbs up. The crowd finished cheering for us and the interviewer spoke up again, "So guys, how has everyone been? We heard Liam had the flu"

"We're doing great" we said, together, grinning.

"And I'm over my illness, thankfully" Liam said, "sorry we had to cancel a few concerts but don't worry, we have plenty more we'll be doing" the fans in the crowd screamed and clapped for us, Niall winked causing them to squeal in delight.

The interview went pretty smoothly, the guy asked Zayn when he and Perrie were going to have their wedding, then joked around with Niall some, and he chatted with Liam about the concerts. He hadn't spoken to me, or Louis come to think of it, which had me slightly worried, what kind of trick did he have up his sleeve. I yawned and rubbed my eyes, I'm so tired, I need sleep! Without even thinking, I laid my head on Louis's shoulder and closed my eyes.

"OMG LARRY STYLINSON!"

"OMG HARRY!

"LOUIS, AHHH THAT'S SO CUTE!"

I shot up looking around and blushing like mad. I forgot we weren't "suppose" to hug each other in public, it might give people the wrong idea. (And it wasn't even a hug..I'm tired)

"Oh boy, here we go again!" Niall chuckled, he punched me in the arm. I shot him a dirty look and rubbed my arm, "Niall.not.now." I whispered, glaring. He flashed a cheesy grin and made a kissing noise. I narrowed my eyebrows at him, gritting my teeth, "Stop it" his smiled widened (why does he do this to me? "Okey dokey" he grinned nudging me in the arm and raising an eyebrow. I rolled my eyes and crossed my arms. When will this be over?! I'm literally going to die of boredom.

"Harry, he just asked you a question"

"Huh? Wha-oh ok"

Liam sighed and glanced at the interviewer guy, "sorry, I think he's just nervous"

"It's quite all right, but hey don't embarrass yourself no one will let you forget it" he laughed, sarcastically and turned his attention to me, "soooo, Harry, how you been?"

"Um, good?" I said, confused and making a face.

"Huh? Really, that's not what people have been saying, is it true you selfharm? We all know it's probably another rumor, and why would you do a thing like that?" He laughed, almost mocking me it seemed, "we all know people who self harm only want attention, you've never been the type to do that"

I could feel myself getting ready to punch that guy in the face, but instead, I kinda started crying...why do I get so worked up this easily?!

Hot tears streamed down my cheeks, I glared at that idiot, causing him to laugh at me, AGAIN.

"Oops sorry folks, I've made him cry"

I stared at him, why would he do this to me? This is why I hate interviews, if we're lucky we'll get a nice young girl, or even an older woman, I hate getting stuck with jerks like this guy, the only point of their show is to make fun of you, and I'm always the target for these people.

I wiped my face with my sleeves, I looked at Louis who seemed he was about ready to murder the guy.

"Oh boys, I gotta show you something" he got in his computer and pulled up a picture, it showed up on the big screen too. "I just wanted to ask, is this real? We saw this on Twitter and had a few laughs"

I grew pale, it was the picture Louis had posted of my arm...can someone just kill me know?

The boys, including Louis, gasped when they saw the picture, I hung my head cried again. The interviewer smirked, glancing at the picture again, "I mean come on, I'd think most people who are depressed would cut deeper than that, is this a publicity stunt or something?" Louis glared at him, clenching his fists, "shut up right now and I won't hurt you"

"You won't hurt me? How could you?! You're probably the smallest guy I've ever seen" Louis jumped to his feet and swung and the guy, he knocked him over and punched him right in the nose. "We'll return after these short messages" a blonde lady said, quite embarrassed. She should be this show is awful.

"SECURITY" someone yelled, doing their best to pull Louis away from the guy who just insulted me.

Two men came into the room, each grabbing one of Louis's arms and escorting him out of the room. "Get your hands off me idiots!" Louis kicked one of the guys in the leg and raced out of the room.

The interviewer was helped up by a few woman, glared at me and muttered something to himself, he held his nose "someone get me an ice pack" he yelled, snapping his fingers. "My show is ruined because of you" he spat before snatching the ice pack and leaving the room with his assistant.

Liam stared at me, "Harry..I-"

I jumped up as tears slid down my cheeks, I'd never been so humiliated in all my life.....