Chapter 2.
Harry:
“Harry get your ass out of the bed, NOWWWWWW!” Louis shouted from out of the bathroom. “Gossshhh yes Louis, get your ass out of the bathroom then, I need a piss.” I slowly opened my eyes, got immediately fully shot by the light that came though the curtains. Ugh it’s bloody early. Facking 4 interviews today, like the management wants to kill us. Oh and I forgot a photoshoot. We just flew in from London, like a proper 6 hours ago. I look like a complete mess.
“Lou, what time is that first interview?” I called, while I slowly pushed the blanket away. “Euhm, I believe at 9, so you’d better hurry up.” “Well then get your arse out of the bathroom, I need to shower!” “Okay, okay I’m coming I’m coming.” Louis laughed as he walked out. Completely .. well .. In his birthdaysuit. I pushed hun playfull aside, almost tripped into the shower, washed my hair, soaped my body, splashed it all off. Ran back into the bedroom, desperately searching for my bag. Ah there it is. I pulled out a white hollister shirt, a short and my red allstars. Ran back into the bathroom, blowdried my hair, brushed my teeth, made one last check in the mirror as Louis called me from outside. Ready steady go. Stupid interviews.
So we all went into the car, Paul driving. As soon as we saw a starbucks near the highway I begged them to pull over and get a coffee.
You know, the good thing about Holland is, we can actually go somewhere without being recognized. But when we do, they act so calm and nice. Like that.
So anyway, we didn’t get recognized, it went all kinda quickly and soon we made out way to the place we needed be. It wasn’t really a long drive, just about 20 minutes. We had the first two interviews in Amsterdam, where we stayed, then 1 in Utrecht and 1 close to Utrecht, in a small village. The last one was a fan who won a competition. Very curious to that one, probably kinda awkward. Anyway, the two interviews went by quickly, got some common questions, took a few pictures with the crew, then hitted over to the next one in Utrecht. A lovely young girl who asked us some questions, they told me this was for national television. Oh well, couldn’t be too bothered. Around 10:30-ish we made our way to the last interview, the fan.
We entered a small village, looking quite adorable and normal. Just like at mine back in England. We drove through it, many small streets and turns. I was watching the houses that past by when I saw this girl walking. I couldn’t really see her that good, but from behind she looked actually really beautiful. She walked straight on, enjoying the weather as we went right. Bye beautiful girl. She was probably on her way to school. We turned left again, but no-one noticed that that girl, was about to cross over. “PAAAAUUULL WATCH OUT!” He saw it, I thought right in time, and stepped immediately on the brake. The wheels made a peeping noise. Shit we did hit her. I smacked the door open, and ran towards her. “OMG are you okay?” As I kneeled down beside her to pull her up. “Oh yeh, I’m f .. f .. Fine.” I took her hand and helped her on her feet. I looked at her. No way. This is the girl I just saw. “Fuck, my gosshhh this hurts.” The tears were in her eyes. She immediately reached at the wrist who was turning blue already. It had a few scratches on it. “Fuck, I’m so so sorry. We didn’t see you coming and .. This is not good.” That’s the moment when she turned her face to mine and looked at me.
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