Chapter 1
I hadn't been this excited in a really long time. My radio station had hosted a call-in Directioner contest to win becoming an interview host for One Direction, as they are in town for their concert tomorrow. The radio host had asked me how many R's there were which was an easy one and I'd gotten it right away. Now, driving into the parking lot of the studio, my nerves set in. Since I'd found them on twitter while they were still on X Factor, the boys had been my life. Since then, more people from my school found them and it sucked that they weren't my secret any more.
I got out of my car, shut the door, and breathed deeply as I walked inside. Oh my god, my boys are in here. In this building. I thought. No Anna, you can't fangirl. They won't take you seriously if you're crying or screaming. "Hello, are you Anna?" The secretary looked up at me and I realized I'd been spacing out. "Oh, yeah. Sorry." I said, embarrassed. "Sit down over there and John'll be with you in a minute!" She pointed to a row of chairs. I sat down, anxiously messing with my phone. I decided to tweet out one last time. "holy crap. This is happening. Wish me luck. xx"
Looking up, I saw who must be John. He was about 30, wearing a plaid shirt and some khakis. "Hey Anna, I'm John. You ready?" "I think so, yeah." I joked, smiling. He smiled back and began walking me down the hall and to a radio studio. There were 2 guys messing with the wall of buttons, but otherwise empty.
John motioned me to a stool and had me sit down. I did, and looked to see the 5 other wooden stools, lined up in a row across from me. Immediately, my throat swelled up and I began shaking. Closing my eyes, I thought to myself: Anna, deep breath. You can't mess up your makeup. They're just boys. Hilarious, beautiful, inspirational boys. But just boys. And I'd have a better chance of marrying them all if I'm not sobbing and I look confident. I opened my eyes and forced myself to try and look normal.
One of the setup guys set a microphone next to me and another in front of the 5 chairs. "Anna? Don't be nervous. You'll be fine. We're starting in 5, is that okay?" John asked, setting his hand on my shoulder. "Y-yeah. Could I get a drink really quick?" I asked, trying to look as if the inside of me wasn't exploding with emotion. "Sure! Right out the door and to the left. You'll see a fountain a few doors down." I jumped off the stool and attempted to look fierce.
I found the fountain and took a sip. Much better. I thought to myself and turned around, almost hitting the open door to the men's room. Out walked Louis Tomlinson. Like, THE Louis Tomlinson.
CALM. STAY CALM. DON'T CRY. DON'T FREAK OUT. "Hey, I'm Louis. Are you the girl doing our interview?" He asked, cocking his head to the side and grinning. "Yeah! I am, nice to meet you." I said, smiling a little too big and put my hand out for him to shake. His hand was warm and soft, and his grip was firm yet protective, not too powerful. "Ah, that's cool. What's your name?" He held on to my hand for a second longer than expected, or was it? I couldn't tell. "Oh, my name's Anna." I said, and laughed a little. He smiled a sweet smile I hadn't seen much in pictures and said, "Well I'd better get back to the boys, I'll see you in the interview!" And then walked away.
Oh my god. I just had a conversation with Louis Tomlinson.