The boys' first interview was at 12pm, for a late show taking place the next day. The studios were packed with people, and I had probably never been so intimidated in my life. I set down my phone on the cosmetic desk, and put my hands on the back of the chair. Since I liked Niall the best so far, I had done his hair first, and made him sit with me while I did the rest. The boys were lounging about, taking it in turns to sit in the chair in front of me. Harry was shirtless, in black jeans, boots, and a bobble hat, laying on his stomach on the sofa.

"Call Harry over, Niall." I said, shiftily. The boy was such an awkward being. He made no attempt to even start a conversation, and, as thats all hairdressers do I knew this would be a very long twenty minutes.

"Harry! Would you get over here and get ready you lazy fuck!"

He turned with a frown, and jumped up. He skulked over, not removing his eyes from his phone, texting away. He sat down on the chair in front of me and I flipped through his style cards. I decided to just tease his fringe back with some wax and keep his sides curly and fluffy.
As I combed through his hair with my fingers, I couldn't help but look at his phone from above his shoulder. He had first been checking twitter, but then went onto a direct message conversation. It was with a girl.

leaving for france, paris on friday, if you want to hook up.

you can bet I'll be there, harry

Woah. Too much information. I'm just glad I didn't continue reading or I might have seen more than I had bargained for. Just as I pulled my eyes away, I had absent mindedly stopped combing through Harry's hair, causing him to look up.
"Nosey." He smirked.
"I-"
"I don't care. It will probably be in the papers anyway. You done?" He looked in the mirror at himself, from the left to right side of his head. I nodded quickly and he stood up, taking his phone with him.

"Cheers." I watched him skulk over to the clothes rail, throw on his tartan shirt and walk out of the room. I looked at Niall, as he came back over.

"How was that?" He asked.
"Still not right." I replied. He shook his head, and handed me a coffee.
"Nevermind. we've only got a few more shows and then we have a break. We'll go out, get a few drinks down us and everyone will open up."

***

The week dragged after that. I watched the boys perform live for the first time on the Thursday, and I was actually thoroughly impressed. Of course, I could only catch glimpses, as the band needed outfit changes and touch ups every now and then. I had never really listened to their music, but they were all very talented.

We had a full day of driving back down south from Newcastle, to catch the connecting flight to Paris, the first stop of the European tour. Things were worsening between Will and I, and as a result, my social skills suffered. I chatted openly with everyone now, but then I'd receive a message from Will that would get me down, or, even worse, no message at all, and would completely seclude myself.

Before our flight, we sat down for a meal in the VIP Lounge at Heathrow Airport. It was a way of saying goodbye to the UK for a few months.

"To all members of this journey, old and new." Liam raised a champagne glass to the table and everybody followed suit. Everybody was in great spirits. Even Harry had sat next to me and made a special effort this evening.

"You looking forward to Paris?" He asked, when everyone became engaged in their own conversations.
"Yeah. I've been before, though. Have you?"
"Of course," he gave me a light smile. "I love Paris."

We talked until it was time to board the flight. Security were easy-going, seeing as it was a private, chartered flight. I walked alongside Harry and Niall, Niall and I talking about the itinerary for the trip. I turned to ask Harry a question, but when I did, he didn't look up from his phone. His jaw was tight and he looked uneasy. I shrugged inwardly. The hook-up he had organised had probably blown him off. I took out my phone to turn it off, and saw an unread message from Will.

Will
have a safe flight. let me know when you're in paris. hope you've had a lovely evening. all my love. x

I smiled, feeling much better about everything having read that. I knew it would take a while to adjust, but we would get through it.

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Harry's POV

Mid-chatting with everyone, I received a text. Probably Sophie with the details for her apartment. I didn't fancy sleeping alone tonight. I hadn't expected the message to be from Lou, but opened it quickly.

Lou
How is Annie today? does she seem alright?
Harry
she seems fine, we're all about to board for paris. all smiles, why would you ask that?
Lou
fuck, i shouldn't really tell you.. Annie's boyfriend, he's been cheating on her but not just a bit like really badly. don’t know what to do. she’s so young and naive

Fucking hell, this couldn't be more awkward. I had just been at a table with the girl, listening to how she had been to Paris with the guy and how she couldn't wait to see him next.

Lou
don't say anything harry, its awful, its been a new girl every night. I've seen him myself but a lot of our mutual friends have too. I'm guna hav a think about what to do. safe flight x

I didn't even want to reply. Annie turned to look at me and I shoved my phone in my pocket and avoided eye contact. I knew that I'd only known her a week but it was long enough to paint the picture of a decent, honest, pretty girl being completely fucked over by some wanker.

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